hopefloats: What Joe posted reminded me of what happened to my great Grandpa. A winter storm hit while him and his friends were out hunting. Grandpa had managed to shoot a deer on their way back. The visibility was poor when they walked up on the deer, they couldn't tell that it was still alive. It got up and stomped my Grandpa nearly to death. His friends got so scared they took off and left him to crawl back to his house. He managed to get on the front porch before taking his last breath....... The world is so full of kind-hearted people like that.
Some friends your Grandpa had ..and afraid of a deer ...preposterous!
A pack of coyotes or wolves or a bear I could almost fathom..ALMOST..but to leave him there to make his way home alone, sheesh
I remember when I lived in Alaska I was chased by a moose only because I tried to pet her calf which I thought was all alone cuzz it was cryin for her momma which I assumed was shot or kilt by a grizz
Anyhow she chased me up a tree and wouldn't leave me be for hours she was so miffed finnally her calf wandered off and she was compelled to follow it so I made my escape..then I got my self into a bears fishing spot ,the bears scratch the trees to show this is my space beware..well I didnt know this ..so I was fishing and along comes the owner mrs.bear and I ran they say your not supposed to run but I sure did!I went back a few weeks later and recovered my fishing pole and tackle box...
fun huh?Sorry for your loss btw merk