I got into the woods a little after 3. All was quiet; no squirrels or birds at all. They just started fertilizing the field and the smell was rank. The wind was wrong again today, but I figured with the smell of the fertilizer the only way a deer could smell me was I'd have to be riding him. Anyway, earlier today a friend of mine called and said he'd killed a doe Saturday in the same woods. He said it had a limping fawn with it. I asked him why he didn't kill the fawn; he said he would have, but the fawn was too far out of range for him to kill.
About 5:15 I started seeing the movement of deer coming down the trail. There were three does, five fawns. I wasn't going to shoot any of these. They had passed. But about twenty minutes behind them came the limping fawn. I already knew that I was going to shoot her if she followed the same trail as those who passed. Surely enough she did. Twenty five yards, I shot down through the front shoulder and she folded up right there. Zero recovery. I found nothing wrong with her hind legs she was limping on, so I don't know why she was limping. Something only Dr. Dan could tell. Grizz, I'm going to need your recipe on that barbecue sauce.
Congratulations!!!!!!
Good of you to take a fawn that may not have survived anyway.
An arrow is much more merciful than most predators.
Should be some good eating there, too!
Congrats! Good of you to take that fawn before the coyotes got to it. It always amazes me when people think that hunting is cruel when nature can be so much more cruel.
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