Well, the afternoon didn't turn out as planned. I went full Steelhead mode and made a play for Mrs. White. It was a five-stick hang and hunt. Before I was situated entirely (3:30 pm), I had a button buck under me munching acorns for fifteen minutes. At 6:00, a grey fox came past with a pear in its mouth, and then at 6:15 I saw her coming. No. Not Mrs. White, but now I had a dilemma. An adult doe, completely emaciated and occasionally coughing. After a 30-second battle in my head, I knew I had to kill her and end her misery. She looked really bad.
When she fed to within 15 yards, I put an arrow through her. Completely expecting her to fall over at the arrow impact, I watched her run away like she wasn't even hit. The 🤬 thing ended up going 200 yards. You can't tell from the picture how emaciated she is, but she was skin and bone. I didn't even gut her to drag her out. Her other side's back leg was wounded much worse, but I wasn't messing with her anymore for pictures. It was completely bare around the elbow. She showed no sign of any leg injury and walked fine. Just skinny and coughing.
Upon further investigation, someone had shot her in the back end with a shotgun.
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