The first deer I went to gut myself was a big ol' doe, my first Montana mulie. I was so hopped up that when I went to attach my tagby putting a slit through the earI just about cut off my left pointing finger at the knuckle.I've gutted, skinned and butcheredmany deer since and haven't cut myself once, mainly because I always rememberthe feeling of that knife slicing through my own flesh tothe bone.I also attach my tag to a leg or antlerwith tape now. I've always had to learn stuff the hard way.