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« Reply #20 on: August 06, 2012, 10:07:37 pm »

I was at a buddies house one evening and a ole fella we called "bar of soap" (a friend of my buddies grandpaw) stopped by and asked if we wanted to go "pop" a doe.  me and my buddy were only in about 7th grade so we hopped at the chance. we drive about 35 miles out of town near a lake, "pop" a doe & load her up...  things are going great...  we drive almost all the way back to town & "bar of soap" (we called him bar of soap becuase the guy never took a bath and always stunk) decides to pull down a dirt road about 4 miles from town to gut the doe. were sitting there at the tailgate holding the light so he could see to gut the deer...  as we're sitting there I see headlights in the distance and they're closing quick. I told bar of soap lets go that could be the game warden, he says Im almost finished and kept gutting the deer...  I kept hollering LETS GO!!  bar of soap finally finishes about the time when the approaching car is about 1/4 mile away. We hop in his ole chevy, and it was an ole 65 model chevy with the 3 on the tree. We take off and meet the car about 200 yds down the dirt road, and low and behold it was the game warden. Well ole bar of soap is hammering down on the gas and blows the dang motor... We go as far as we can, and the ole truck just wont go any further. We look back and the game warden stopped right where we were and he's walking around shining his flash light. Bar of soap tells my buddy and me to each grab a hind leg and the 22 rife we used and told us to take off across this huge costal field...  We do as told and drag the deer about 500 yds from the road....  it's obvious we're walkiing back to town. It's about 50 degrees by this time and me and my buddy are wearing shorts. We have to wade across 2 rivers on our way back to town. As we're making our way up to the city limits we see a sheriffs deputy sitting at the city limit sign. Luckily there was a foster home for children right there, so we angled back through the foster home yards and walked out of the property and walked right by the deputy...  Bar of soap got a huge fine, and me and my buddy got away...  o, the good ole days!!!     
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