there was a guard named henry pugh - and he is no longer a member of our happy little family , believe me -sitting on the back bumper of one of the potato trucks and having his lunch with his carbine across his knees when a beautiful ( or so it was told to me , but sometimes these things get exaggerated ) ten-point buck strolled out of the cold early afternoon mist pugh went after it with visions of just how that trophy would look mounted in his rec room , and while he was doing it , three of his charges just walked away .