Here is a story. My father who had 2 hip replacements was in his early 70's and was hunting alone. Right around dusk first week of rifle, ten minutes left before dark, he shot a monster Georgian Bay buck, one shot took a few steps and dropped. He gutted it and started to drag it out to the boat, which was just over 600 paces. He dragged it 30 yards and figured he wood not make it out by morning. He decided to go back to the cottage and get my mother all of 5ft 2in. for help. She got dressed, did not say a word and helped my father drag the monster buck back to the boat. My mother said that it was such a beautiful night, full moon, no wind. She did not say that it was romantic although it may have been. They left the buck in the boat and hung it in the morning. Sadly my father and mother cannot tell the story anymore.
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