Kyle, that reminds me of a story. A year or so ago, my brother Ballistic Ben and I killed a quad one morning. We were driving a little Bronco II so we decided to load all 4 coyotes onto the spare tire rack on the roof. I stood on the rear bumper as Ben handed coyotes up to me one at a time. As Ben lifted the last coyote over his head to hand it up to me, blood spilled out of it pouring all over Bens chest and Leupold Binos. We're talkin level III exposure of toxic proportions. That's not the worst of it. Contained in the coyotes fluids were several large and very alive tapeworms! They wiggled and squirmed on Ben and his Leupolds while we both dry heaved. Lol! I probably could've got a steal of a deal on the binos that day. He couldn't even stomach the thought of raising them up to his nose for the entire day. Ha ha, TRUE STORY. Another reason why I prefer to drag 'em.
Tom Austin