Marlin 336 in thutty-thutty caliber at Oakmulgee WMA.
Shot the doe and then threw it up on my shoulder like the movie injuns do. Blood went all over me. I looked like an axe murderer. I hid my rifle and started dragging my deer. It was at least 2 miles, if not 3, back to the truck. There was a bald spot on each hind quarter big enough to lay your foot in. Then I went back and got my rifle and while I was there, a truck went by on my right side not 200yds away. After the blood bath and the long drag, I was still on top of the world.