I was sitting up on a hill in north Texas years ago. I saw a guy shoot a buck, get out take off his coat, put on some arm length plastic gloves, get his knife out, walk over to deer to gut it. When he got about 10’ from that buck, it jumped up and hauled ass, hopped over on our lease. It ran a couple hundred yards, fell over dead. He looked up when he heard me laughing. I will never forget him standing there like he lost his best friend. I went down there, helped him drag it back to his side of the fence. That was thirty years ago.
