This brought to mind an old memory from past years spent hunting with my family.
My oldest Sister Beverly married this guy (Ray) who was one of the City Slicker wannabe Mountain Men types.
He had never been deer hunting before so another of my Brother in Law's (Randy) and I took him out hunting.
He managed to kill a decent little fork horn on the second morning but did gut shoot it, turns out gut shooting this deer was the least of the problems we had on this trip.
We hung the deer up to make the process a little easier...Before Randy or I could stop him...Ray pulls out this 6" long Rambo type survival knife...you know the kind with the compass in the handle and the saw blade on the back? With both hands Ray plunges it into the deer’s belly all the way up to the hilt and rips downward through the belly. He only stopped when the blade hit the deer’s ribcage.
Blood and guts and bile and stomach contents spewed from the gash and all over Ray covering him from his chest to his toes...and Randy being a lot closer than was I faired no better.
Now Ray and Randy were better friends than I was, largely due to the fact they both liked to drink frequently....as it happened on this trip....they had both partaken of a large quantity of Mr. Anheiser Busch's famous brew the evening before and caused us to get a late start this morning.
Hearing this low guttural sound I looked up just in time to see the contents of Ray’s stomach leave his mouth and splatter the hanging deer and the leaves all around…Oh yeah and he also managed to hit Randy’s boots.
Now the only way I know to describe the scene from here on is to say that it reminds me of the song Dueling Banjo’s because the instant that Randy realized what happened he lets go with his own stream…going for both Distance and Accuracy…Ray not to be out done….comes back and scores points for Volume and Content.
At this point I am moving away from the whole scene as fast as I could possibly go and left the two of them in the woods to deal with their deer…Now I did go back after retrieving the truck to pick them up although I locked the doors and made the two of them ride in the back.
For some reason the two of them didn’t like talking about this incident but I recounted it just about every chance I got when we were all together.
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