That's funny. I got one to share, cann't remember if told it here before or not. My daughter family lived in Colorado. My Grandson uncle took him hunting a lot for Elk and Mules, when I couldn't come out, living in midwest. We few years ago, we all met in Oklahoma to hunt whitetail and hogs. It was one of those rare times get to spend hunting time together, before graduating High School. Okay, it's coming, the lead adds to it. After few days of hunting, getting to know the property, I took my grandson to a place no one had been, and by the map looked to me like great whitetail place. The rest chased hogs. Well, I got him all situated and explained how the deer I thought would come in. I sent few hundred yards away, so not to spoil his chance. There was 4 Does that came 10 yards past me across a creek. They fed around and headed to where grandson was, so I did not shoot. I sat, as the light was fading, waiting and waiting to hear a shot or the deer come running back, Nothing.
After, sunset and seeing grandson walking to car, I got my things and met him there. I said, "Let me see your quiver?" All the arrows still there. "Did you shoot at one of those deer?" He replied, "No, those deer are to small, I am not going to shoot a baby". I then laughed, and explained to him that they was fully grown whitetail Does. I forgot he never seen anything but Elk and turkeys.
The next morning, though he got to know as he harvested one, and as he was going to quarter it. I giggled, and showed him how to dress it out, then we drug it out. Great memories for all of us.