There are some pretty wild stories out there regarding deer hunting. Here's one told by a former worker that was famous for some pretty wild stories:

One fall I was walking on an old abandoned logging road. I heard a twig crack. I stopped and carefully looked in the direction of where the sound originated.
There facing me about 20 yards away was this huge 10 point buck.
Slowly, I unlaced one of my boots never taking my eyes off the deer.
I saw a small ash tree growing next to me. I slowly cut it off. It was perfect for a bow. I strung my boot lace on the piece of ash making a bow.
There was some hazelnut bushes growing on my left. I found a straight one, cut it and sharpened one end and notched the other end.
The buck never moved. He was facing me straight on. My only shot was to the throat-brisket area.
I drew back the makeshift bow and arrow and let it fly.
It was a perfect shot in the throat.
The buck wheeled, crashing into the brush.
I listened and heard him splash into the creek.
I headed right to the creek and sure enough, there on the other side laying belly down was the buck. He had just made it to the other side where he died.
I waded over to the other side, rolled the deer over and to my surprise on the hazelnut brush arrow were two 10 pound northern pike!

You say " former worker " My guess would be that he has stopped working and went into politics instead . He could become NY's next governor with bs like that.

True story. Found a friends injured doe deer one night and reached down to touch her. She ran between my legs and got away.

Funny thing is, he was dead serious when he told the story. His intelligence level was not very high.