I clean every single one that isn't gut shot.

I'll admit that if they're gut shot, I'll reach for my wallet, rather than my knife.

I have a horrible gag reflex that has stayed with me after my buddies played a prank on me over my first bow kill and a bloated deer.

The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.
William Arthur Ward