Yep the bruiser was waiting at a gate where the does had bend down to squirm under a gate. The Prince of the forest would stick his nose in the does crotch buck and run circles around the gate. He was running past me as I pulled the bow back. He saw the movement and slid to a stop like a reining horse. 20 yards WHUP!
"Shoot low sheriff, I think he's riding a shetland!" B. Wills
