Ricky and Bobby, two rednecks/Auburn graduates, get up early to meet the dawn for the first day of deer season. They've been friends forever, and haven't missed an opening day since they were old enough to shoot.
Every year, one of them would pick a stand, and the other would get the dogs and 'drive' the deer towards the other. Last year Ricky got the stand, and a nice 12-point, so this year it was Bobby's turn. Ricky dropped Bobby off at the stand, helped unload the gear, guessed he'd be back nearby with the dogs in around an hour, and left.
Bobby sits in the stand, dreaming of that huge buck he swears he's seen lately, and sips his coffee as first light breaks. Soon enough, he hears leaves rustling. As quietly and with as much economy of motion as possible, he glances around until -
there, just through those trees... That's it. Scope covers off, bolt slides home, slight windage adjustment... Just a bit more pressure... BOOOM.
It drops like a brick.
Even though he's lost track of how many times he's done this before, he's so excited that he nearly falls as he climbs down the tree. Finally, he's down. The treeline where it must have fallen couldn't be more than 200 yards, and he's there in no time. He looks around, but - no deer. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees something move a bit, and - OH GOD, he thinks - it's
Ricky!
What have I done?!? Where are the dogs?!? WTF?!? C'mon, man; forget all that... GET HELP NOW! Fortunately, his cell has good coverage, and they're really not all that far outside of town, so the ambulance gets there pretty quick, although it seems like an eternity to Bobby.
'Sir, we need you to step back and let us work,' the first medic says as he and another kneel down and get to work. The third, a driver, pulls Bobby aside to get more info on just how this happened. Bobby hardly even hears himself answer, as he's lost in concern, and thinking of what's happened...
A few short minutes later, the first medic slowly walks back to Bobby. 'I'm sorry, sir. He's gone. There wasn't a thing in the world we could do.'
Bobby is devastated. After a moment, he gathers himself enough to ask, 'Look, I know it doesn't really matter now, but... Is there
anything I could've done that would've made a difference?'
The medic thinks for a moment, trying to be sensitive to the situation, and finally replies...
'Well, it might've helped a bit if you hadn't field-dressed him.'
*rimshot*

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