I remember a story I heard about our GW in Covington Co. back in the 70's. His name was Johnny Holloway.

A guy shot a deer one night that ran a little way into the woods before it crashed. He went and found it, but couldn't get it to the truck by himself, so he went back to town to get a couple buddies to help. They got back to the deer, everyone grabbed a leg, and they started for the truck. About halfway, they stopped for a breather, and one of the guys commented that it was a good thing there were four of them to drag the deer out. The poacher, remembering how many people he had enlisted to help, said, "there aren't supposed to be but 3 of us dragging him out."
Johnny's voice in the dark, "There aren't supposed to be any of us dragging him out!"