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<blockquote data-quote="Pilchard" data-source="post: 5762536" data-attributes="member: 19427"><p>And now for the rest of the story…</p><p></p><p>Steve was kind enough to take his truck around through a different way to access the farm to pick up the deer. Together we loaded it onto the tailgate.</p><p></p><p>Steve said to me "you think he'll ride right there?" </p><p></p><p>I said, yep. He will be fine and I threw my pack and sweatshirt behind the deer into the bed. Steve gave me a strap to tie him up for good measure so I looped it around his antler and tied him off.</p><p></p><p>About 15 minutes later we arrived back at the gate and I hopped out of the truck to get the gate. When I did, I looked back and saw the deer was hanging by the strap I tied on. His hind end was on the ground and we had drug him across the blacktop for about half a mile.</p><p></p><p>We got the deer untied and rolled it into my hitch basket and had a good laugh together about the lack of hair on the deers ham. Two lines that made me laugh from Steve were:</p><p></p><p>- "ah that's ok, you don't eat that part"</p><p></p><p>- "now that's some real redneck stuff"</p><p></p><p>I was just about to drive out the gate when I had remembered my pack and sweatshirt and gun were still in his truck.</p><p></p><p>Just one problem… my pack and sweatshirt fell out when the buck did… oh crap! We drove back to find my sweatshirt at the edge of the blacktop where we came through a ditch but my pack wasn't there. Apparently someone came along and snatched it in the 10 minutes we were gone.</p><p></p><p>Oh well… life happens.</p><p></p><p>[ATTACH=full]202709[/ATTACH]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Pilchard, post: 5762536, member: 19427"] And now for the rest of the story… Steve was kind enough to take his truck around through a different way to access the farm to pick up the deer. Together we loaded it onto the tailgate. Steve said to me "you think he'll ride right there?" I said, yep. He will be fine and I threw my pack and sweatshirt behind the deer into the bed. Steve gave me a strap to tie him up for good measure so I looped it around his antler and tied him off. About 15 minutes later we arrived back at the gate and I hopped out of the truck to get the gate. When I did, I looked back and saw the deer was hanging by the strap I tied on. His hind end was on the ground and we had drug him across the blacktop for about half a mile. We got the deer untied and rolled it into my hitch basket and had a good laugh together about the lack of hair on the deers ham. Two lines that made me laugh from Steve were: - "ah that's ok, you don't eat that part" - "now that's some real redneck stuff" I was just about to drive out the gate when I had remembered my pack and sweatshirt and gun were still in his truck. Just one problem… my pack and sweatshirt fell out when the buck did… oh crap! We drove back to find my sweatshirt at the edge of the blacktop where we came through a ditch but my pack wasn't there. Apparently someone came along and snatched it in the 10 minutes we were gone. Oh well… life happens. [ATTACH type="full" alt="IMG_6503.jpeg"]202709[/ATTACH] [/QUOTE]
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