Lynn's uncle (Tommy) and his two boys (good hunters) used to make an annual trek out to Utah (I think it was) for a mule deer hunt. They'd take their camper and get as far into the back country as possible and spend a full week. They'd always talk about how "lucky" Tommy was as he ALWAYS came back with a monster. One year, Uncle Tommy had some sort of surgery on his foot? ankle? and was going to have to sit the season out, but agreed to take the boys and just pull "camp duty" while they hunted. All they could talk about was how they would FINALLY be able to kick dad's ass deer hunting!

Well, they got to Utah and set up camp. The next day, the boys left Uncle Tommy at camp and headed out on the 4-wheelers to their hunting area. They got skunked that day and returned to camp that evening to find a huge mule deer buck (forgot how many points, but a VERY nice buck) hanging outside the camper! After the boys headed out that morning, Uncle Tommy was cleaning up the breakfast dishes and this buck came wandering up the side of the hill right into their camp. Uncle Tommy had watched him work his way up the trail and shot him a short distance from their camp! Even with his foot in a cast, he was able to drag him over to the camper and get him cleaned. He kicked the boys asses AGAIN that season!