Got a nice fat young doe on Saturday, with the help of a good buddy who spotted her through the bush. I must have pushed her just ahead of us as I was zigging across the trail. She stared at us from 75 yards, the 6.5 Swede went through the lungs, and she dropped dead 50 paces from where she stood. It always surprises me how deer can run off with such a mortal wound. Put a pretty big hole on the far side.