When I was 15, I drew a Michigan Elk permit. Anterless only, but an Elk tag nonetheless. When we were taking picutres of it in the back of dad's pickup, my older sister came out. What is that, she remarked. What is what I said back. That cut by her stomach. I pulled hercavity wide open... Oh, you mean this... This is where the guts "were". Her eyes rolled back and she dropped where she stood. Priceless. Hehe. Everytime I see the pics from that hunt I still chuckle.