Great thread. Where there's a will, there's a way.
When I was 17, I had a '70 Camaro RS with Cregers and L-60's on the back. The night before I went deer hunting for the second time, we had about 4" of snow. When I got to the farm, there was no way I'd drive it back into the field, so I parked on the side of the road and walked in. I ended up shooting my first deer (doe). I had to drag it about 1/2 mile, but with snow on the ground, it was a little easier. I loaded the deer in the trunk of the Camaro and off I went. When I got home, the trunk was full of blood and my old man went ape schit on me as if it was his car. Kinda knocked the wind out of my sails. I'll never forget it and I never let him forget it either. He did apologize eventually and then it became sort of a joke with us because I made him feel bad about it. That story got told many times at family functions.
