Ha ha! Bite me! It was a dark and nasty area and the skeeters were big as heliclopters! We had a nice skinning area set up at camp with plenty of light (Coleman lanterns ... all we had were mini-Maglites with us) and wouldn't risk messing up the hide that was going to become a rug. Trust me, it was a lot easier just to haul his lard ass out of the woods and throw him in the boat, then skin and butcher him in camp. Did I already say "Bite Me"?