Highly embarassing story that I remember with my brother, who was murdered last month but this tory brings back fun memories of our hunting times together. One deer season, I was really really sick, and my brother convinced me to somehow get in the car and drive to a hill to hunt from. So we got there, and instantly, there was a good sized herd below us and I picked out a small buck and shot, and it ran and died after another shot about 300 yards away. So my brother and I make it down the hill and up the other side to get this deer, gut it and decide to simply shake it upside down and back and forth to get out any fluids (blood, pee, etc). So I grab the horns and my brother grabs the back legs and we shake this thing back and forth, but after about one minute of doing this, I realize this would look really bad if someone saw this and did not know what was going on. After all, I was sort of pulling this buck's head in and out of my crotch area and my brother was doing the same with the back side. So we got a good but uncomfortable laugh about it and thought nothing else of it, until we ran into the Game and Fish warden on the way out who had watched us with his binoculars from another hill. Oh, good times.