Good friend Dennis Allen went deer hunting and ran into an unusual situation. I was walking in the woods very quietly, of course, stalking for deer and I happened to see one. It was tailor made for me. It was about 125 yards away. I took very careful took aim and shot it and it dropped immediately. I walked toward the deer, I came upon a drainage ditch and those things are not terribly wide, but they are fairly deep in places and this one was well over wading depth. So I had a quandary. You don't shoot a deer and leave it. I didn't think there was anybody within half a mile of me, so I thought, there's nobody out here. It's beginning to snow a little bit and it's starting to get on toward evening. I stripped down buck naked, very carefully put my clothes aside and started off into the drainage ditch. I swam across it, got to the other side, came out, got to the deer, started dragging it back in the drainage ditch. And as I was sitting there, I dried off with my underwear. I had on long handles, started putting my clothes back on, and I heard a voice from the other side saying, I can't believe you actually did that. I've sat here and watched it thinking all the time you would give up, and I said, Sir, I suppose this deer is yours. It's on your side of the ditch. I didn't know I was this close to the edge. He said, Young man, I'm not coming down and swimming over that ditch. I doubt you'll do it again to bring me the deer. He said. You just keep it. You deserve it. Even though Dennis got buck naked, the deer was a doe.