We were hunting in Benevola in 83 and my Cajun buddies would always bring guests with them when they came. One member brought a young boy about 14 who had never killed a deer and was super excited to have the chance to kill one. He was very gung-ho and we called the youngster Frank Buck because he was so excited to hunt. We were going to do a man drive across a huge section of cutover and had all the members and guests standing on the boundary line waiting on the fleeing deer. After a while, we start to hear shooting coming from several different spots on the boundary line and we knew the deer were moving. When we get to the boundary line there is Frank Buck with a bandana wrapped around his chin and blood dripping from it and blood all over his coveralls. There is a dead doe laying there where he was standing and he is about to go berserk he is so excited. Come to find out, the doe was running straight to him and he started shooting and shot all three shells he had in the gun. The doe was running right at him and he had climbed a small tree to see out into the cutover. He didn't have a climber, he just shimmied up the tree and was sitting on a limb. When the deer was almost under him he jumped out with his big knife in his mouth like a Pirate boarding a ship and landed on the deer. He began fighting with the deer, stabbing it all he could trying to kill it. The deer wound up kicking him under the chin and laid his chin wide open. In the end, Frank Buck won the battle but had to go get 13 stitches to close the gash under his chin. I sure miss those boys from Louisiana.