Another Thumpish story.........
Back in the .....ummmm....early 1980's when I'd gotten out of the service, and was a newly-wed living/working in Norfolk/VA Beach area, one of the guys where I was working was a local fellow. He invited me out to their family hunting club one weekend, and it was a bit of an "old south" experience....I suppose.
It was sortof kindof like the senario I talked about above. The diff was this that this was a bunch of Suffolk "rednecks" (so to speak). It was a fantastic mix of country white and black folks and EVERYONE was just the salt-of-the-earth kindof folks.
That part of VA back then was shotgun only....may still be for all I know. They were doing "deer drives" that weekend...which now that I think back on it may be why I got the invite. Maybe they needed more guns in the fieild. ANYWAY....
After they'd put all the standers out, they had a guy come working through the wood with a pack of dogs. Beagles maybe????....I forget. And I didn't even so much as see a squirrell, much less a deer.....
I said all that to say this. They DID kill several deer that day. And that evening they were skinned and cut up, and EVERYONE......every single hunter got a cut of the meat to take home. I got a nice rump roast.
Sorry for the Thumpish post. Y'all got the old memory banks rolliing and I'm remembering long-forgotten hunting adventures.