Some time ago, i had just finished dragging a stag to the road, at least a mile , so was tired and some what relieved to be in sight of a cold beer awaiting me in the game chiller,(no need for a fridge that big whithout some beer in it). At this point i have to explain to the argo stalkers amongst us the stag was being dragged by a special halter arangement used by west coast stalkers.Any way as i was mopping my brow by the roadside, a lady in a fancy car screeches to a halt, reverses and winds doon the electric window . She says to me '' WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING -- THAT POOR DEER''Imiadiatly recognising the 'anti' tone of voice, from somewhere, came the perfect rejoinder. I replied 'please madam i need help i was just taking my pet stag for a walk and i dont know what has happend! (as i hauled on the rope), his legs have given out!.,She took one glance at the riffle in its sleeve on my shoulder, stuck her nose in the air and left me with a smell of burning rubber in my nose. I was glad i didnt have to go into all the ,'we only shoot the old ones etc. etc. as i was tired after all and the beer was waiting!!!!!!!!