The funny thing is I hadn't made it very far into the woods when I walked up on her off to the side of my atv trail. She stood there staring at me, I didn't have a bolt in yet and my crossbow was shouldered, she just stood there watching as I loaded and as I put the hairs on her I was thinking "if you're this dumb..." So I shot her at 20yds.

Not a big doe, but I'm not sure she isn't a big fawn. Yummy eating (fork cutting tenderness!), and a beautiful reddish summer pelt. I've wanted a pelt that color since before I ever put a hole in a deer. So I got a tag-out on opening day, awesome food, and my dream pelt this year. I can also stop tip toeing around and get back to timber management when my neck forgives me for this past weeks transgressions.
I'm also fully sick of spending every weekend with my in-laws, so I can drop back the brainerd time til trapping season starts.
It was a good deer for me.
