I killed my first deer when i was 15. After I shot it I decided to field dress it before going to get my dad. I split em open, stuck my arms in there and started yanking and pulling on everything I could get ahold of. Peices of inards and blood flying everywhere. It was a little awkward but I finally got it done. When I got my dad , the first thing he asked is "What the hell happened to you". He started laughing. When I got back to the truck I looked in the mirror. I was covered in blood from my face down to my waist. I had to strip down to my long underwear before he let me in his truck.