I remember how hard my youngest son, Jonathan, fought to keep me from bloodying his face after cleaning his first deer kill. It took two grown men to hold that 11 yr. old so that I could paint him with it.
Worst trick we ever pulled was to gut a guy's first deer, take the paunch and split it open, then hold him while one of us actually inserted his head into the half full paunch, like a sack over his head. He ran hollering and jumped into Smith Lake, in the Savannah River swamp, and tried to wash the smell off ............ to no avail. I don't remember him coming back to hunt with us anymore.
SRH
