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Post by Woody Williams on Jan 20, 2017 10:31:58 GMT -5
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Post by scrub-buster on Jan 20, 2017 10:41:36 GMT -5
That's funny. It doesn't bother me at all. Not even gut shot deer. My job has given me a strong nose/stomach. Not to many smells get to me. I think I could eat a plate of spaghetti and gut a deer at the same time with no problem
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Post by nfalls116 on Jan 20, 2017 11:04:59 GMT -5
My deer this year got gut shot by my hunting partner I was in bad shape over it. He gutted the deer
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Post by (Not Ronald) Reagan on Jan 20, 2017 14:33:10 GMT -5
I've never had a problem (in my limited experience). I just see it as, be careful, get in and out ASAP lol.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 15:20:30 GMT -5
Only had one time a little bit. I was sick with the flu, but still went out on opening gun season. Had to go back to house twice the first 2 hours out, but on the 2nd trip back to the house a nice 8 pt came out of the woods and I shot him. That time gutting was my hardest. I didn't need any help from the deer getting sick. I was already there.
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Post by scrub-buster on Jan 20, 2017 15:21:11 GMT -5
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Post by parson on Jan 20, 2017 15:28:59 GMT -5
Yep. I was blessed?? with a very keen sense of smell. Visually, not much bothers me, but odors can trigger my gag reflex pretty quickly.
As long as intestines aren't punctured I'm fine. If the "aroma" is strong, I just have to come up for air as needed until I git 'er done.
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Post by wesb81219 on Jan 20, 2017 17:32:04 GMT -5
I've only done one but I did better than I thought I would.
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Post by welder on Jan 20, 2017 17:40:09 GMT -5
Growing up raising hogs and cattle has somewhat dulled my sense of smell! Deer guts are not a problem, rotten afterbirth,rotten soybeans and cleaning up the farrowing house fire in July- whole different story! Lol
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Post by davers on Jan 20, 2017 17:55:41 GMT -5
Those two are not true Deer Hunters. They're Idiots! I've never had a problem field dressing any Deer. When I field dress a Deer, I also do a careful autopsy, checking each organ for signs of abnormality. I always start with the first cut below the pericardial cavity, and then go up through the sternum or breastbone. Then finish the job on the lower part of the Deer, carefully, as you don't want to cut through the bladder, stomach, or bowl.
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Post by duff on Jan 20, 2017 18:11:00 GMT -5
A couple times I had to walk away for fresh air.
This year was totally opposite. Was actally enjoying it...weird.
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Post by Jamie Brooks 1John5:13 on Jan 20, 2017 18:41:41 GMT -5
LOL, if I had been that guys partner, I wouldn't have been much help, but not because of the smell. I would have been bent over laughing at my buddy with tears flowing.
I must say that I've done enough now that I don't pay much attention to it.
What gets me are the big burly guys with weak stomachs. My stepdad was one. I laughed so hard one day at him cleaning up dog poop. We could hear him all through the house.
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Post by nfalls116 on Jan 20, 2017 18:50:15 GMT -5
LOL, if I had been that guys partner, I wouldn't have been much help, but not because of the smell. I would have been bent over laughing at my buddy with tears flowing. I must say that I've done enough now that I don't pay much attention to it. What gets me are the big burly guys with weak stomachs. My stepdad was one. I laughed so hard one day at him cleaning up dog poop. We could hear him all through the house. glad I'm a little feller |
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Post by Jamie Brooks 1John5:13 on Jan 20, 2017 18:52:42 GMT -5
LOL, if I had been that guys partner, I wouldn't have been much help, but not because of the smell. I would have been bent over laughing at my buddy with tears flowing. I must say that I've done enough now that I don't pay much attention to it. What gets me are the big burly guys with weak stomachs. My stepdad was one. I laughed so hard one day at him cleaning up dog poop. We could hear him all through the house. glad I'm a little feller ...only if one is looking from the belt down. You have some bird legs for a big fella. |
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Post by squirrelhunter on Jan 20, 2017 20:32:41 GMT -5
Gutting and cleaning animals has never bothered me,in fact the only times I've ever gotten sick to my stomach was when I had stomach flu. My son on the other hand was having a hard time gutting his deer this year and it was sort of funny because he's never had trouble with it before,he didn't know WHAT the trouble was.  |
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Post by Jamie Brooks 1John5:13 on Jan 20, 2017 20:40:22 GMT -5
Trey didn't mind the skinning part, but when he saw guts, it freaked him out a bit.
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Post by nfalls116 on Jan 20, 2017 20:52:55 GMT -5
Yep. I was blessed?? with a very keen sense of smell. Visually, not much bothers me, but odors can trigger my gag reflex pretty quickly. As long as intestines aren't punctured I'm fine. If the "aroma" is strong, I just have to come up for air as needed until I git 'er done. i am the same way but wasn't born that way used to I could handle anything further info along the worse it gets I'll try helping the wife clean stuff up the kids leave and she just tells me to leave so she doesn't have to clean up my mess too |
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Post by lawrencecountyhunter on Jan 20, 2017 21:11:03 GMT -5
Ha! I had an incident similar to the one Scrub-buster posted, only the deer was hanging, and a small amount of stomach contents squirted out in my face. I didn't vomit, but wasn't too happy about it.
Another one that gave me the creeps was a hog I shot last year. I was quartering it for the pack out, and every time I cut into it the back legs would start kicking. I've had critters that had a little twitch before after they were dead, but this one was hard to hold onto.
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Post by bullseye69 on Jan 20, 2017 22:37:58 GMT -5
Blood and guts don't bother me either. But cleaning up dog poop or vomit and I'm done for. Dog barfed on me, on our trip to Ohio last fall, while I was driving. In a construction zone on less. Full load of last nights dog food. Just got on toll road and she let it loose right down my right arm onto the seat belt latch. Got pulled over, went to get out of truck as fast as possible, while trying not to heave ,pushed seat belt release which was covered in vomit. Somehow, trying to keep seat belt from getting slammed in the door,I slammed my thumb in the door. So now I'm in pain and covered in barf on the hand that hurts really bad , saying some stuff in French I do believe as cars whizzed by us looking at a guy bent over holding his hand and heaving at the same time. lucky my wonderful wife was with, as she can handle that stuff, who cleaned up the mess as it would have taken me 3 hours to do. The rest of the trip went well. It was a cold day too. But Hey! I got a new jacket out of the deal! ........... Oh wait a minute I had to buy the jacket.  |
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Post by scrub-buster on Jan 20, 2017 22:57:29 GMT -5
The only thing that has ever got to me was when my Dad put a tarp under a neighbors buck one night in early bow season when we helped him recover it and drive it out in the utility truck. My Dad folded the tarp up in the dark and left it in his garage. A very warm month later I shot a couple of does on opening morning of gun season. My Dad got out his trusty tarp and unfolded it. It was full of rotten blood that had festered in 70 degrees for the last 30 days. That smell got up in my nasal passages and wouldn't leave. I was gagging and dry heaving like the guy in the original video. That was by far the worst thing I have ever smelled and I work in the waste water industry.
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