My dad and my uncle were standing on a ridge watching a patch below them that had been logged out a couple of years prior. A doe came running through the patch and my uncle fired one shot and the deer did a cart wheel into the brush. They both looked for a good 45 minutes and couldnt find the deer, but knew it was dead somewhere. My uncle finally went back up to the ridge and had my dad walk to the spot they last saw the deer and my dad immediately saw its legs sticking out from under an upturned stump. It had dove or rolled under the stump after it was shot. My dad said it looked had it had been stuffed under the stump.
