Dominant doe down yesterday. Been a blood feud between us the last two years, as she had ruined many a hunt with her crazy antics. Someone had arrowed her a few years back and left a pretty bad scar along her back so I could recognize her on sight. Bat schit crazy did not begin to describe her, and she led a charmed life. She spent more time looking up in the trees for climbing stands than looking for food. The slightest trigger would make her snort and bellow for a half hour, and drive every buck in the area away. I took more pleasure in killing her than any 8 point buck walking.

Ruger # 1 in 45.70 settled her hash. She is ground and vacuumed packed as I type this. Bitches be crazy.