I have a friend who's hyperactive generally and absolutely gung ho about deer. One year, he was all over us to shoot "big mama does" to try to get the buck-doe ratio back in order. The other thing is that he was always pushing head shots---"Head shots! Head shots! Save the meat!"-he'd say.

Sooooooo... He goes out one afternon and shoots a buttons buck in the hind quarters. A complete break down in judging deer size, sex, everything. It was small enough that after field dressing one of the guys put it in the truck by lifting it up by the hind legs like you would a rabbit.

Needless to say, he didn't live that one down.