remembered another instance after i had left here the other day, Was hunting in UP mich, and I managed to shoot a nice buck and a doe from the same blind, maybe ten minutes apart. three shots total, the second on the buck was unnecessary but I wanted to speed up his end, not let him suffer. Anyway, I had let them lay for about a half hour, had a cup of cocoa and was getting up from my blind when this guy comes tramping down the trail.
He was carrying a bright and shiny Weatherby with a fancy 3 inch wide leather "cobra" strap and an enormous scope, a great big back pack, and one of those Buck Rambo survival knives with the little prongs things on it.
He clanged and stomped louder than a herd of cattle coming up the trail, at a dead fall, where the buck was laying up against the tree, he paused to climb up and over the tree rather than just slipping around it.
Him, "did you see any?"
Me "yup"
Him "was that you who missed with those three shots?"
me "didn't miss"
Him " You got it? where is it? do you need any help gutting them?" as he reached for his monster knife.
me "I'm good"
Him now really excited... "where is it?" coming toward me he actually had to step over the hind legs of the buck.
me pointing away "well, one is over there, and the other is right here" pointing behind him.
Him, "you got two! what are you going to do with two?"\
Me "eat them"
I started to flip the buck on its back to start and he has his mongo knife out and at that time I was using a little gerber pocket knife for most of my dressing(before i found the Bark River mini canadians.) and he started to tell me what to do. Now this was a few years ago, but still was maybe my fiftieth deer and i had done dozens and dozens of other game animals so I was really not looking for someone;s help on how to do it.
Anyway, as i slit the belly he kept telling me things to do an not all off them anything i had ever heard of. Telling me I HAD to slit its throat to bleed it out. Telling me I had to cut off the glands on the legs, Finally I asked him, you sure sound like you know what you're talking about, how many deer have you gotten. Well, he said, he shot one last year, just like the magazines said, but that it had run too far and he never found it. My buck was laying on the ground with a pretty good shot thru both lungs, and another thru the spine. He said I had shot too far forward (!!??!!!) and had ruined too much meat. He said he had read that the best shot was thru the diaphram as you lost less meat that way!!! I said, that means gut shooting them, they run for miles when you do that, and then die from infection.
Finally i rolled the buck over and all the guts came out in one nice pile, I got a couple of sticks and propped open the carcase so the body would cool faster and started to walk to the doe. He was all frantic now, I had not cut the throat of the deer, I had not let the blood out, he said, I said, there ain;t any left to bleed out. He was positively indignant, saying i was wasting the meat. I said well, none of the last fifty or so i have killed ever tasted bad, that is, unless i gut shot them and soured the meat.
He started off the trail the way he came, as he did I kept an eye on him and noticed that he walked past two more does browsing at the edge of the slough.