The ingenious, sometimes odd ways that hunters pack out their venison.
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I hope you had a successful whitetail season this year and if you’re in the middle of a late-season hunt, keep up the faith. It sounds as if the weather is going to get nasty in the country’s midsection and that can lead to great whitetail hunting after the rigors of the rut demand that whitetails eat.
This E-mail crammed full of hilarious snapshots of hunters hauling venison home reminded me of my first buck. I was bowhunting in eastern South Dakota and managed to set up in a junction where deer filed out of standing cornfield to browse in a waterway full of grass. One adolescent buck sporting only one antler made a bad decision to saunter too close to my tree and two arrows later I had my first buck. After field-dressing the buck with the aid of a buck from the Outdoor Life Book Club (there are still blood stains on the field-dressing pages) and a flashlight gripped in my mouth, I hoisted the young buck on top of my old International Scout all by myself. I guess the adrenaline rush of shooting my first buck gave me the boost of strength to toss the buck up on the luggage rack.