Sometimes, you can't be all that picky. A deer is a deer, no?

Huffing, he glances down at the beast before eyeballing Jacob. Only a few inches shorter than him -- strange, for an Englishman, which he can only assume from his accent -- it would not be so difficult to share the load.

"If you wish." He nods towards the hind end of the animal, before reaching his fingers through the rope and beginning to hoist the front end up, slinging the legs and head over one shoulder.