Sort had the opposite... my first year hunting as the FNG of the group I was hunting with as a teenager, I had to gut ALL the deer that got plugged that season. There was no new kid the next few years I hunted with those guys, so I never did get the return end on that one.
A buddy of mine came across 2 hunters working on a Roosevelt elk they had killed. The belly was cut open, side to side. My friend asked if they needed some help. They gladly took him up on it, being this was their first kill, of any kind.
After getting it emptied out and splitting the pelvis and removing the bladder....he then warned them of the "stink tubes".....and, to remove them last, so you don't taint your knife, and the other meat.
The then promptly removed them and offered to go throw them in the brush. When he was out of sight.....the tucked the TENDERLOINS into his day pack!
Went back to the kill sight, where he was thanked for his help, and he continued his hunt!
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bruinruin; Morning sir, I hope this finds you well.
Thanks for the reply and the Appy story, it does sound very familiar to me for sure!
We first picked up Carly the Appy for my wife, but they never really got along that well somehow.
Early on when we were out together Carly was being a knot head jigging along wanting to run. Being "that guy" at that point in my life I said to my wife that we'd swap horses and I'd take the run out of the Appy...
Well....
As mentioned I'd been on what I'd thought were fast horses before, so when I kicked Carly into overdrive on the side of the rural paved road we live on, we began to pass things faster than I'd thought possible on horseback. Presently the thought came over me of the stupidity of what I was doing and I began to haul her down. It was similar to what you mentioned, certainly not a smooth or sudden stop with Carly Gal.
When she finally stopped, I noticed my legs were shaking and my heart was racing, so I nicely got off and walked her the rest of the way home as I felt that was the most prudent course - you know, all things considered.
I'm a short fellow, but you can sort of see how leggy she is in this photo, but even that doesn't show how fast she really was.
Thanks again for the reply and thanks especially for bringing up some grand memories of long ago.
I have. I've also gutted any deer my brother has shot when I've been with him as, having only one useful arm, it's difficult (but not impossible) for him to do.
Me too on both accounts. Have a buddy who's a paraplegic. We help him gut simply because we'd run out of water hosing him down if we let him do it.
Enjoyed the story, Dwayne - thanks for sharing! My Dad gutted my first deer for me and I hope to assist my 10 yr old grandson on his first this coming fall.
Good story Dwayne! I've field dressed animals quite a few times for others, including my wife and son. After the first time, my son did his own field dressing, however my wife still asks me to do it. Since she's the cook, I don't complain.