I dog hunted with my grandfather and some of my cousins up until I was in my mid twenties. I was way in the middle of a large swamp and managed to kill an eight point and a six point in the same morning. Two of my cousins came in to help carry the deer out. We put them both on one pole and were taking turns carrying. At one point we had to cross a muddy area. I was on the front of the pole at that point. My feet slipped in the mud and shot out to the side. I went down face first in the mud with the pole and 200+ pounds of deer on the back of my head. I couldn' t move and my cousins were laughing so hard I almost suffocated before they could rescue me. When I came up, I looked like a tar baby! We were completely helpless for a good five minutes.

That story has been told many many times and remains one of our favorites of all time.