Tweeter
Well-Known Member
Several years ago on opening of muzzleloader I shot a big doe that was with another doe, I could have shot her too, but she was full of milk when I field dressed her and after I drug her 300 yards her fawn came chasing me bleating. I squatted in the sage grass and slapped him on the butt to run him off. But that and the last time I cut a does throat is the most saddened times Iv had in the woods.