I was just thinking about how my neighbor showed me how to field dress a deer. Well, I ended up shooting two deer this year and I attempted to field dress the second. I had a razor sharp knife, remembered what to do, and OOPS! As soon as I made a cut into the skin and moved my hand further up to keep from cutting the guts, i cut my finger a good one! I was laughing more than thinking of the pain. Well my ex g/f's dad had to do the job for me because i could not get it to stop bleeding. We got back to the truck and the only thing we had was a feminal pad. He said "Hey, these are made to stop bleeding right?" I could have died! I just stuck to some bandaids we found in the glove compartment and ditched the Pad. I just thought that was too funny. Any of ya'll got some funny, painful, or just plain weird field-dressing stories????

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.

When I was 15 or 16 and killed my first deer, I ran up to it and cut it's throat. (Seen too much TV) Stooped down, picked up the deer and threw it over my shoulder, (young strapping football player type) and started back to camp. This deer in now bleeding all over my back, down my shoulders, and the back side of pants are covered with blood. By the time I get back to camp I fall down out of exhaustion. My buddy's Dad runs over, WTF? Figures I shot myself. (Self inflicted broadhead wound?) He soon discovers that for no reason, I have cut the deers throat, and have yet to field dress the deer. He then directs me to field dress the deer about 300 yards from camp. My buddy was laughing his a$$ off! I was dead tired, been chewed up and spit out by his Dad but was happy! I'd gotten my first deer! Learned a few new cuss words too.[]

The rest of the trip, his Dad would look at me, shake his head, and mumble something. Seems I've had that effect on him ever since.

I shot a deer thru the near shoulder blade and the arrow broke off with the BH stuck in the far blade.I knew it was there,but when I reached up to grab the windpipe,the Zwickey put a pretty nice gash on my index finger.

Once, right at the last minute of shooting light, I spined a buck. He went right down and I quickly nocked another arrow to finish him off. I shot and thought I heard the arrow go careening off through the woods, but it was too dark to see or attempt another shot. I got down and found my second broadhead during field dressing. Not knowing it was there, I sliced my finger open pretty good. It was a perfect heart shot!

I once got waayyyy too comfortable while cleaning a turkey. The sun was shining, it was warm, the creek next to me was making sweet music...I just got too enveloped in my environment and lost my caution. As I went to lob off the birds fan, i cut right through it and buried the tip of the knife into the bone just below and to the right of my left knee. It didn't hurt because the knife was so sharp, but I started to bleed like the proverbial stuck pig. Took quite a few stiches to close that one up.

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I have to say the wierdest one I heard of ws from a friend of mine. He was sitting on the front porch one day when his neighbor came up to him and asked him to help him finish gutting his deer. Turns out his neighbor has never killed a deer before so he didn't know how to gut it. When my frieng got there his neighbor had already cut the deer from side to side right behind the ribs instead of from back to front. He had one heck of a mess on his hands. I'm just glad I'm not the one who had to clean that one up.

I've had a few small cuts while cleaning a deer but nothing major. My brother on the other hand wasn't so lucky. We were dressing a deer one night he had shot and i cut his finger to the bone. He was on blood thinners and losing lots of blood so we had to stop what we were doing and take him to the local clinic to get sewed up. He was at the same clinic about 2 weeks earlier when he shot a deer and wasn't holding his gun tight and the scope hit him above the eye and that also required stiches. When we went there with the cut finger the doctor on call was the same as the one that treated him several weeks earlier and he told him that he might want to consider another hobby. We all had a good laugh.

took someone from work hunting with me ,he's never killed a deer.
he got one that morning and tried to gut it by himself.trying to cut the sternum the knife slipped off the deer and up into his thigh.he had a good hole in his leg, but he did do a good gutting job if not for the hole in his leg and leaving me to drag the deer,he owes me one drag.

A friend of mine from work said that his dad was splitting the pelvis and stabbed himself in the thigh.