I remember dad's last year of deer hunting, group of 4 with 1 doe tag. We had not seen a deer that year, [bad year] and it was last day of season. Dad had cancer and sat in the forks of three trees on the ground. I heard a shot from his stand and waited 15 minutes to go check. When I arrived at his stand he had blood from the chest down and I thought he had a accident. When I asked what happened, he said a doe came thru running and was low to the ground. He put the sights between 2 trees ahead of her and shot as she appeared. Broke her back, and she was trying to crawl away. So he jumped on her back and cut her throat. Only deer we got that year. He was hunter all his life.
Edited by motley man (06/22/09 08:27 AM)