"One afternoon, me and my buddies were out huntin' and Jack, well he gets off a good shot and wounds a 200 pound buck. Now if you know anything about deer-huntin, you know that if you just wound a deer, they can go on runnin for miles, so you gotta chase it. So there we were, trackin' this deer, and it finally ran out of steam about a mile later.

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’!