….but I’ll start with this one…
1984, I’d just taken up bow hunting. Practice, practice, practice and then out to my treestand. It was rickety but I was young.
About dusk a nice 5 point comes in. Draw, aim, release. Whacked him good…right in the hind quarters…I could NOT find a blood trail.
Went and got my buddy…..and a half gallon of peach schnapps…and walked into a massive trail, don’t know how I missed it, excited I was…we got the deer.
Among cheers (and healthy swigs…) my buddy told me it was my first deer with a bow and I had to drink some blood. OK, RED DAWN had just come out and I was young…so I did.
Stopped at local store to show owner my kill and she asked if I was all right, I said hell yes!
When I got home my eyes and arms and everything was itching……my wife almost died when I came through the door bragging about my….kill.
I ended up having to go to the emergency room, turns out I was allergic to raw deer blood.
Moral of the story? No one EVER does that, don’t be stupid. I had to carry Benedryl with me for the next 25 years….
Art
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