Kickapoo Caverns SP, drawn hunt. I had been standing quietly for a few hours on the other side of a big low juniper tree off of a dirt road downwind of a game trail about 25 yards to my left on my side of the road, Marlin 336 at port arms.
The doe walked out started moseying in my direction. Ever so slowly so she didn’t catch the motion I brung the rifle up. My mistake was, when I had her lined up on a clear line through the branches, I leaned forward to clear the branches and shot in one quick motion.
A kazillion years of deer evolution in reacting to sudden ambush; she was faster than I was.
"...if the gentlemen of Virginia shall send us a dozen of their sons, we would take great care in their education, instruct them in all we know, and make men of them." Canasatego 1744
