I once was walking back to the club house from my morning hunt, down this dirt 4 wheeler trail that led to the field I had been hunting. I jumped a couple of does and they took off down the trail towards the club house. I shouldered my rifle and waited for them to get to the turn that leads to the camp. Right before they got there I whistled loudly and they turned broadside and looked at me. I busted the biggest one and she dropped right there. I drug her all of about 30 yards into the club yard.

Another guy that hunted with us once pulled into camp, while everyone was out hunting and had 3 does standing by the skinning rack. He stopped the truck and his boy got out and shot one. She dropped. No dragging.


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