I was there and helped drag it out. Steep country for an old cuss. Grandpa had it strapped to a tree with a hank of line and partially gutted it. Had to tie it up to keep it from rolling over the bank. Spooky thing was when we got there to drag it, there was a huge rainbow across the sky, and the end of it was right where the buck lay. Maybe that was supposed to be some kind of message.
We been hunting them hills for decades, and we had a pretty good shindig after Dad went to sleep! His biggest buck!
I have another pic. I'll send it after I figure out how this machine works.
