This time I was on target and hit the deer in the heart. She ran about forty yards and dropped, then the fun started. I was by myself and had to drag the deer to the jeep. After that, I had to go to our camp, transfer the deer to the truck, drive to the check station and then drive back to our camp again - to dress the deer by myself. This time I had help getting the deer, a legal four point, out.
Husbands are great help.
While I took my deer to the check station, he sat on the stand that I was using and missed a deer. By the time we got the deer dressed out and cut into quarters, it was after dark. Without their help and encouragement I'm not sure I would have ever attempted to try.