A few notes associated with Steve's Apocryphal tale.

Firstly, The beast in question was a normal sized woman deer. Secondly, Steve did shoot the animal, but then failed to finish the job. The minutes passed as the animal made it's way for yonder wood. I looked up from my blind to see Steve in what can only be described as a "stupor". Harkening back to Grandpa Whiting's teachings that one should never let an animal needlessly suffer, I summoned the strength to finish the poor beast. Unlike my elder, the animal dropped instantly with my shot and now is in a happier place.

Richard

p.s.- Steve didn't include who did most of the deer dragging down the mountain in his tale.
p.s.s.- I really do feel like sort of a heal for shooting Steve's deer. I couldn't figure out why he wasn't taking a second shot over what felt like at least 20 seconds. However, looking back it would have been better to let the animal bleed to death slowly.
p.s.s.- I have another tale to tell later about Jim and I illegally staying in a hotel room, but I'll let it wait until I know if we own some cabin land near Tabiona.