Put it this way - while butchering it I had my jacket sleeves rolled up and face sock down (forgot about it in the excitement). I probably ate 50 and constantly had the taste of blood in my mouth and was coughing like a cat with a fur ball. I remember trying to console myself that the blood was probably my own as they seemed to prefer me to the bleeding, half skinned, still warm corpse on the ground. What's with that?! Not that I'm complaining about them leaving my meat alone!
I am ssoooo glad we took face socks and were completely covered. Even had gloves we wore the whole time. We both still got eaten alive and have red dots everywhere. My wife reacts quite badly to them and has welts over her whole body and her face looks like an acne ridden teenager hahaha.
She's tough I'll give her that. Nearly broke her leg when a rock (more like a boulder) rolled on it in a riverbed. It was almost as big as her and rolled down on top of her. She almost avoided it but it caught her right leg and nearly crushed it. She was screaming in pain but handled it pretty well. Bloody lucky as I couldn't budge it to begin with. I quickly dumped my pack and with the adrenalin pumping managed to lift it enough for her to get her leg free. A very bad bruise right on the ankle bone but she was able to walk on it still (although pretty uncomfortably)! Nearly thought we'd have to use the brand new PLB!
Here's a pic of it - the rock is the big one at the bottom:
Oh, and I was intending to bone all four legs but the rain, sand flies and weight got the better of me.
I'll put up some more pics.
Bookmarks