An old rancher up the North Thompson once told me this story;
"Early one winter I was hunting up behind the Seven Sisters. I looked out across the Peterson creek canyon and saw a nice little 3 point on the other side. It was quite a ways off but I rested my 25/35 rifle across a stump and aimed just over his back. I fired and was kind of surprised when that buck dropped. It was a long shot but an even longer walk over to the deer since I had to go down into the canyon and up the other side (it was a long shot. about 300 yd. and it was a long walk. At least a mile. Bill.) so it was a while before I got there. I wasn't real sure I was in the right place but there was the deer curled up in the soft, fluffy snow. He looked for all the world like he was just asleep. Well, I walked over to him, making no noise in that snow, and reached down and grabbed hold of a horn, intending to cut his throat. That deer just exploded up out of the snow. I had a good grip on him though and managed to get the knife into him. He kept fighting and we went around and around and, I have to say, it seemed like I was getting the worst of it. At one point we were both sitting on our haunches kind of glaring at each other. Well, I jumped back onto him and finally did manage to cut his throat. After resting for a while I gutted him out and was curious when I was unable to find the bullet hole. Puzzled but just glad I had some meat, I started dragging him. I headed a little bit north toward an easier place to climb up the other side and came accross a patch of blood in the snow. There, just a short distance away, lay another 3 point buck! This was the deer I had shot! I had grabbed and knifed a sleeping deer! I'll always remember this because, although I was kind of beat up, I had two deer to show for only one bullet."
This might seem like kind of a tall tail but I had heard other tall tales from this same fellow and all had been verified by others. He was a rancher, trapper, and hunter and, obviously, a great storyteller. Regards, Bill.