Ranch lady called a few years ago, there's a spike buck caught in the hogwire fence by the house here, would you come and help me get him loose? OK be there in 10. Got there, he'd gone haywire in a panic had a compound fracture and cuts. Schidt, damn, hell, she says, I guess we just gonna have to eat 'im. She gets her rifle, does the dirty deed at 6 foot right in the earhole, we're skinning the poor little guy, and she, a woman of few words, looks me in the eye and says, I know you're going to talk anyway...so if people are going to hear about this, I'd appreciate if you'd mention I'd made a hell of shot at least.
