The 8 p.m. deadline passes, but at 8:30 there are trucks that made it into the line still waiting to unload. Dale Pugh, who has been volunteering at the event for decades, weighs deer on an industrial scale that looks like an old wooden fence gate that has fallen flat. He announces the weight and number of points over the P.A. system. His wife, Debbie, records the hunter’s name and information, then verifies that he or she has signed up for the contest, which is free. One of the Pughs’ nine granddaughters, Keegan Shovan, snaps each hunter’s picture. A grandson, Tyler Goral, drives the backhoe. Even now, he’s lifting another buck with a rope to a boy perched 10 feet up a stepladder. The boy ties off the rope and repositions the ladder for the next deer. A group of young men meet each truck to drag its deer to the scales. At the fringes of the group is Wyatt Shovan, 12, all of 90 pounds. He’s wearing Muck boots of a size that predict a growth spurt that will cost his parents a lot more in groceries and new clothes. “You working the event?” I ask. “Oh, I wish,” he replies. I’m sure he’d grow 6 inches tonight if he could figure out how. Ten minutes later, I see him leaning into a 130-pound 6-pointer all by himself and dragging it slightly uphill 30 yards to the backhoe. “Don’t sell yourself short, bud,” I say. “You’re getting it done.” He blushes and looks away, thrilled.