Had tons of squirrels making all kinds of racket around me, then at 6:45 pm I heard movement to my left and saw some legs. Saw a doe angling toward one of my shooting lanes. She hung up right at the edge and sniffed the cut branches for 10minutes. I didn't think she was ever going to step into the lane. She finally did, quartering toward me just in front of my marked 20 yard tree. I waited some more.
She finally turned broadside to smell my 20yard blaze on the tree and I let er fly. She did the donkey kick and ran back through the trees. I heard her pile up about 40 yards away.
The blood trail was almost non-existent, but I managed to follow it. I could tell from the bright, frothy blood that I hit lung, and the donkey kick told me heart too. I was right. Hit both lungs and cliped the top of the heart. Perfect!
I had to drag her a half mile out to the road, where I could go get the cart. Tough work, but worth it. Called into work and told them that I would not be coming in tonight. Not much going on anyway, so it's all good.
Now to get the tenderloins out
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