Love seeing all the pictures. Its great to see the blooded cheeks. I did not start hunting until I was 18. Went with my father in law to his club in Pickens county. Shot a nice doe. Everything was fine, I drug it out of the woods, loaded it in the truck and headed to the camp house. They showed me how to clean it.

Then it got messy. There were 5 large men who grabbed me (at the time I was 6'2" and about 195#) and proceded to pick me up and dunk my ENTIRE head into the gut bucket. Several times. I was not happy but had no way out.

Later is was funny, but not at the time.

At least nobody had a camera, and cell phones were not around in the late 80's.


I love my country, but don't trust my government.