Or that’s what we thought. This hairy varmint was hunched over the deer’s carcass, and its head was just about perpendicular to it’s body. Now Jack had gotten off a good shot, but that deer was still runnin’ strong. I reckon that varmint musta twisted its neck for it to fall dead like that. So we pulled up, hootin’ and hollarin’, and I tell you, we just fell plumb silent when we saw what was what. It got real cold around us and I started smellin something rotten. Goose bumps started to break out on the back of my neck. I never experienced anything like it, and I hope I don't again. That creature was ripping into that deer, but stopped cold when it saw us. Suddenly it started making these incredible sounds, these belly-deep yells that just reverberated all around us until we couldn't take it no more. Now if you ask me, that som of a bitch was callin’ in reinforcements. I'm not ashamed to say that we backed up those horses and flew like bats out of hell outta that place.

Field and Stream’s/Bushnells offer ends December 15th. My advice: grab Sarah Palin & get huntin’!