When I was 12 and had just shot my first deer, a doe in Wyoming, my dad handed me the bone saw and told me to saw off the lower part of the back legs. I grabbed the sheath with my left hand to hold it down while I pulled the saw out of the sheath, without considering where the blade would be going. I sawed pretty deep into my left thumb and started bleeding everywhere. I tried hiding it for a while but it wouldn’t stop bleeding so I fessed up about what I had done. My dad tied a handkerchief around it and told me to go finishing cutting the lower legs off.
I still have the scar visible on my thumb. Honestly a great memory for me. This year will be my first time hunting Wyoming since way back then.
I still have the scar visible on my thumb. Honestly a great memory for me. This year will be my first time hunting Wyoming since way back then.