I have a neighbor who is OK with welding, cutting, heavy equipment, etc, and who has done me some favors after retiring to this area. I try to watch his back, too, and we are pretty cool. He is next to clueless about hunting, though. He shot a nice 8-point buck this afternoon (maybe 200# tops) and called me in a panic because he has no idea how to properly gut a deer. I rushed over there in failing light, and tried to instruct him as I cleaned his buck for him. I was unable to do a thorough, decent job because he had to stay close and the fragrance from the fabric softener in his clothes was cutting off my wind. I did a quick and sloppy job of it and left him my knife so he could trim up the odd bits, but I HAD to leave so I could get to my rescue inhaler. What is so wrong with smelling like people?????? Ken is an older guy, and he was so excited about that buck that I would gladly have stayed and done a thorough cleaning job (and taught him how to go beyond field-dressing to full-dressing) if his scent was not killing me.