Pearce Pastures
Barn Babe
Maybe if I had someone to watch a few times, I might see how I'd do. I will never forget going on a duck hunting trip with my uncle as a teen, hitting a large deer on the way out, breaking it's legs. It was screaming and no way it was going to be okay, so uncle put it down and phoned DNR, who arrived and asked if we wanted it, since it was a good sized doe and a waste of meat, so he said SURE. He had me help to field dress it and I came very close to losing it. That was half a life ago though so maybe it wouldn't be as bad as I remember.