Not a story; just what happened. Sharply quartering-away deer uphill from me, I was sidehilling on a steep slippery hillside and thought I could sneak it by the butt and get it behind the last rib. I didn't. Deer ran 50-75 yards with one leg flopping around behind him. Bad footing, tough angle, and- ultimatly- a poor decision shot by me myself and I, as proven by the results.
Now let's hear your story for how you justify an intentional shot that you absolutely know will wreck probably pushing 1/3rd of the meat, cause a stomach-turning mess, and cause needless suffering to the animal? For what, again? Oh yeah... a trophy.
