I have a friend named Robert who has a two story cabin that he built on 40 acres of property. Last year he told Tom that he could go deer hunting there. I thought it was perfect because there is a bed upstairs with a window that overlooks a hillside and a clearing at the bottom...right where the deer cross a creek everyday. So I got Tom all set up with a chair by the window and a bag to rest his rifle and he was hunting! All he had to do was wake up before daylight, roll out of bed, open the window and wait.
Tom is a very good shot, so if I heard that rifle shot...I knew I was going down the hill and dragging the deer to the cabin to clean it. One morning I was making him some coffee and BOOM!! So I put on my coveralls and head down the hill.
Dad had dropped an 8 point buck...but when I arrived, much to my surprise..it was still alive and kicking! The buck couldn't stand up because his back legs were lame, but his horns and front legs were fully functional. When I got close he would make a horrific sounding groan and try to kick and gouge me. I didn't have anything to finish him off so I grabbed a broken limb and cracked him over the head attempting to knock it out cold. All that did was piss him off more. I positioned myself behind the buck and waited until he wasn't watching me and grabbed his horns! Then I realized that if I turn loose, this buck is gonna stab my legs with those horns. So I started dragging him up the hill toward camp. If you've never seen a deer, their neck muscles are way bigger than a man's leg..they are unbelievably strong! By the time I got him to the top of the hill, I had invented a new sport...Deer Wrestling!!