When I got my first deer ever, at age 51.........I gutted the deer, cut out the heart and slipped it into a plastic bag. Jumped into my car and drove the 3 miles into town. With blood up to my elbows I stormed through the backdoor of the POST OFFICE .......... waving the bloody heart bag over my head......acting like a maniac.................Startling everyone half to death! NOT THE THING TO DO at a POST OFFICE! My first deer was a 6 point buck. I was hunting all by myself, with no one anywhere near to ask for advice on gutting. Shot it at 7:30 in the morning on opening day. I was SO Excited! I wanted to share the news with DH who works as a mailman. (I knew he'd soon have his mail sorted and would be leaving on his route so I wanted to catch him before he left the post office.) I guess he was a little late going out on his route 'cause he had to wash blood off of all the door knobs I had touched. Now I just wait until he comes home to share the news.