This young man had just started deer hunting, and had yet to be successful. He met a man who owned some land, and was invited to go deer hunting there the following season.
He arrived early opening morning at the landowners house, and while drinking a cup of coffee with him was told,
"There's quite a few deer along the south edge of my property, and if I were you, I'd try there. But.....I warn you, my neighbor along that side is old farmer Swenson, and he can be REAL ornery, so you'd best to stay out of his way."
The young man thanked him for the advice, and with the excitement about making him burst, he set out. It was about an hour after dawn, when the young man had an 8 pointer come out of some brush, and offer him a standing broadside shot at 40 yards. He fired, and the deer ran hard, blood spurting out of his chest, headed right for the property fence, jumped over it and dropped dead.
The young man was shaking with joy. He REALLY wanted his first deer, and now it was his. Not a giant buck by any means, but a nice representative 8 pointer. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself, unloaded his rifle, set it on the ground, and then stepped through the fence to get his deer.
He hadn't even gotten the other foot through the fence, when 6'5", 280 pounds of farmer Swenson appeared out of nowhere, and growled,
'Hey boy! Just wot-in-ell do you think yer doin!'
'Uhh...sorry sir, but that's the deer I just shot', replied the young man.
'I can see that!", said Swenson, 'But it's on MY land!'
'But sir, the young man appealed, 'It's my very first deer, and I did shoot it over on this side, and he's not more than a few feet over the fence. It'd really mean a lot to me to have that deer.'
'I tell you what', said Swenson, 'We can settle this like men. I get to give you one good hard kick in the groin. If you can stay on your feet, then you get to kick ME in the groin. If I stay on my feet, then I keep the deer.'
The young man wasn't too thrilled about this, as Swenson was a big 'ol boy, but this was his very first deer, and he wanted it SOOOO bad.......
'OK', the young man agreed, 'Let's do it.'
They squared off, and the young man gritted his teeth for what was about to come. Swenson came up with a big kick that lifted the young man clear off the ground about a foot in the air! He doubled over in extreme agony, gasping for breath, with spasms of pain coursing through him.
But he did manage to stay on his feet. He REALLY wanted that deer!
He eventually was able to stand up...almost....and with all the grit he could muster, he said to Swenson, 'OK' now it's MY turn, 'A deal's a deal'.
Swenson just looked at him with a wry grin, and said,
'Aw, keep the damned deer. I didn't want him anyway!'
Offer No Apologies.....
NRA Endowment Life Member