As I read here all the different things we post I have begun to remember things of my youth.
When I was fourteen we took a goat and, with MUCH trouble, tied a set of antlers to it. We then tied it to a tree by one of our deer lease members stands where he was to hunt the next morning. The goat was no more about daybreak.
Yes we received a good cussing and were threatened with our lives, but we lived.
I laugh each time I think about this. It brightens my day.

That is great - I'm going to keep that one filed away for later use.