saxman ... you comment on the knife made me think of a kid named Bart I knew long ago. He begged to go deer hunting with our group. We finally agreed. He showed up with a brand new Winchester Model 94 30-30 (he'd never fired) three boxes of shells, and a Bowie Knife for skinning. Needless to say, he shot at a deer, missed, and the front sight fell off his rifle and he never knew it until I checked on him and noticed it missing.

I shot a nice buck that morning, and so I was all done. He then wanted to "borrow" my rifle. I sat him down and explained how to use the semi auto 30-06 Remington Woodsmaster Carbine with a Tasco 3-9x40 scope. That afternoon, I thought world war three started. He opened up with that semi auto on a small fork buck. He actually did kill it. But he just kept shooting. He came back all smiles, and had a monster cut on the bridge of his nose (but never knew it). He then asked me... who do you clean a deer? That was something to see, his Bowie in that small buck, trying to not stick the guts.