Hunted with a fella that shot a monster the next ridge over. I went to help him track it down. When we found it poor thing was about the size of a collie dog. Pretty sure the impact of the bullet knocked the spots off of it. I asked him if we should look around and try to find the spots. I humg it skinned it and quartered it put it in his flip top playmate cooler. I was known from then on as lunchbox dear. Possibly those were lunchbox pigs. Lunchbox deer certainly is tender