Several years ago on opening weekend of bow season I had a big doe walking right toward my shooting lane, She stepped in at 20 yards and as I was drawing back a little spotted fawn came running up to her. I just sat back down. So glad I didn’t shoot her and then see that baby run up to its dead momma. Only way I’ll shoot a doe early season is if there are several grown ones together and no spotted.


The history of the bow and arrow is the history of mankind

I love animals...they're delicious