I had the opposite experience. I shot a deer at the bottom of the mountain (my truck was parked at the top of the mountain). I gutted it, tagged it, and found an old logging trail, so I started to drag it up the mountain. I lost all my strength and will power when I was still a long way from the top. So, I left it lying in the middle of the trail, and trudged up the mountain to the truck with my rifle. I was hoping someone would steal the deer, because I knew that I would have trouble dragging it any farther. When I got to the truck, I put the rifle away, and had a nice lunch. After a while, I spoke with some other hunters, and mentioned that I left the deer down the mountain trail. They offered to help me, and when we went to where I had left it, it was still there. No one had stolen it. I guess there are a lot of honest hunters in the woods in my area.