Zip ties is cheatin'! wink

Hunted mulies with a co-worker, dear friend and horse packer through the 80's and early 90's until cancer tagged him. The first year we hunted together, I pulled a pair of latex surgical gloves out of my pack to field dress a dandy buck. He called me all kinds of names regarding my masculinity while we both laughed at ourselves. When we were done cleaning and quartering for the pack out, I pulled off one glove and put it into the palm of t'other and pulled the second one over it, making a clean latex ball that I put into my pack. He looked around for some grass amongst the sage to wipe off the excess crimson that he wore for the remainder of the day. The next year, he pulled out a pair of surgical gloves from his pack to dress another dandy buck. I called him the same names he imparted to me the year before, and we both busted out laughing. Still miss him.....