Once, November 6, coming back to van about 10 in the morning a woman walking her dogs, a yellow lab and a whatever, were coming down the road across the 100 yard bottom flat. I was about 50 yards from my van, when a doe came huffing and wheezing came between me and my van. I had a couple of doe tags, but I did not shoot. I figured it would not be a sporting shot because all of her attention was back down the slope towards the dogs. Then I saw the two fawns hunkered down in the ditch. One fawn stood up as the dogs came closer, the other hunkered down even lower. The woman was screaming at her dogs, but they would not get close enough to her for her to get a hold of them. The doe turned and tore down the hill, the woman got a hold of the dogs, but it was a hell of a wrestling match. The doe snorted at the woman and the dogs from less than 10 yards away, she then kicked the fawn laying down and the three of them came back up the hill and stopped between me and my van, with the doe huffing, snorting and wheezing, looking back at the dogs. I started walking towards the deer, she snorted at me while moving her fawns on the way, wheezing the entire time. That fierce bond she had for her fawns impressed me so much, that no doe with a fawn will ever be shot at by me ever again. i will shoot a yearling with no fawns if I have doe tags. The next year I was sitting looking across an impoundment with a cedar slope on a warm morning, scouting to see if I could see any trophy size bucks. Then here comes that yellow lab, happy as could be to see me and he flopped down exhausted, leaning against me. He got up ran down the slope drank half the water out of the pond and came back to me, flopped down again. I was in the process of having a large Salted Nut Roll, I offered him half and he very gently took it from my hand. Then three deer came out of the cedars, the dog took off, chased the deer away and came back and flopped down by me again. I decided that there was no point in hunting and walked the dog across the neighbors field to his home. I told the farmer how dangerous it was for his dog to be allowed to chase deer. The farmer thanked me for not shooting his prize hunting dog and gave me permission to bowhunt on his land anytime that I wanted.
Topic: Too cute to hunt???? (Read 2848 times)
