When I used to,hunt in PA, we let 'em go until July, so the young 'uns could make it on their own. Haven't shot one in years, but the last 2 fell to Stingers in my old 581; one in the head and one in the chest- DRT.
Back in the 90's, I spent the better part of the day on my deer stand watching one plug up the entrances to his den with leaves. Industrious little begger. Noisy too.
