Trouble is they also can't shoot worth crap either usually - exacerbated by the whizbangness (or should I say extrabangness) of the calibre they're shooting since everyone knows that if you shoot at a critter with a gun that doesn't take your shoulder off, you must have the smallest male equipment on the planet, and all the wee little forest creatures will laugh at your insiginficant equipment and make you
feel all girly...

Forget just dressing it.. Butcher it too. I haven't found a butcher yet that'll treat wild game with
any respect. I just do it myself. tastes better after.