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Join Date: Mar 2006
Location: Mount Weather, Va/ 2H camp
I one lunged a small doe many years ago one evening bow hunting. I couldn't find a lot of evidence that night so went back the next day, and after resorting to a grid search, I located her hundreds of yards from where I shot at the bottom of a steep valley. She looked at me, ran up almost a cliff, and then collapsed. I believe I finished her off with a knife but she didn't have much life left. The spot where I first jumped her to where she collapsed running up the hill was pink frothy lung blood. I'll never forget that.
The sleep of a laborer is sweet, while the rich man tosses and turns, worried about his possessions.