Nope.
Pigs and bears might maybe make me nervous, though.
But I hunt deer and squirrels. Might get an unlucky bear someday.
I woulda missed out on a lasting memory if I had worn gloves the day I dressed out Oddball, though. Oddball was a three-pointer that I killed up near Slabcamp. He ended up upside down ten yards from the trail. I dressed him out and went to the beaver pond to clean up. The pond was iced over, so I broke a little hole and washed up. There were bugs swimming in the water. Little not too little water bugs about the size of potato bugs, just having a ball. I didn't know that. But there they were, sharing their pond with me, and me, I'm feeling all alive with the cold water and chilly air, the dancing swimmers and the huge gratitude for the gift of the deer, with his hot blood warming my hands as I worked to turn him into meat for my family.
I take it as a part of the experience that makes it stay fresh and whole in my memories.
Killdeer