Well I got a story. I dont remember what kind of dogs they were but we still never found the deer. It was the year after I killed my first deer and I was 10. My dad and I were walking through a sage grass field and I had wandered off (as usual). I kept walking and came upon a ditch that was covered in downed trees and limbs. And to this day, seriously I havent seen a bigger deer while I've been hunting. He jumped up and started climbing the ditch and reached the other side before I could get my 4-10 pump to my shoulder. One hop later I slammed him with a slug and I dont know if I hit him the second time. Anyway. My dad watched everything and we tracked the deer to a fence row. On the otherside was a stand of 7 year old pines. Can you imagine, I know you can, how thick that stuff was. Well while we were ambling through it I haphazardly let go of a limb and popped my dad in the eye. The things one endures to take children hunting. So we went back to his office (a couple miles away) and he went to the doctor. Well one of our friends took me back down there and we took some dogs to try and track it. But to no avail. It didnt bother that much not finding the deer back then. But now it does. As Irecall he wasnt bleeding that much. I was pretty shaken after it happened and while it was going on. Ahhhh memories. This event took place in mississippi.