- shot an older doe with my bow, right through the ribs. She jumped forward, stopped, looked around for a second or two, then went back to eating. I went for a second arrow, thinking I'd missed. I got the arrow knocked and took aim. At that point, she just fell over.
- My Dad spooked a spike towards me and it was running belly to the ground as hard as he could. I shot and he rolled for a good 30-40 yards, then got up and ran another 10 yards and piled up.
- loaned a friend my 25-06 to shoot a doe, she was facing us so he shot her in the white patch on her neck. She was about 75 yards away and on the shot she did a complete back flip.
- Always heard stories about this and thought they really were just that, stories. I watched my Dad shoot a doe just as she was jumping the fence. He clipped her right behind the ribs and ripped a hole about 5" long and 4" wide. Her 'innards' slipped out, caught on the barb wire fence and nearly completely cleaned her out right there.
