First of all, last night I did something that I said I would never do. I passed on a piebald deer. The first deer I saw step out of the thick planted pines was a big old doe. She was immediately followed by a piebald yearling with devil spikes.. Another mature down soon followed. All three deer were in range. Even for me.
I have always said that if I had the chance to shoot a piebald deer I'm shooting it. It wouldn't matter whether it was a doe, a buck, a fawn, three legged, whatever. As I looked at the devil spike I kept thinking how much more meat there was on the doe. So just like that I passed on the first piebald deer I have ever seen in thirty years of deer hunting and sent an arrow through the lungs of the biggest doe.
She ran down the logging road for 30 yards and then zigzagged through 90 yards of the thickest nasties briers, tall grass, and thick pines you can imagine. It took me and Rob McAbee an hour to sort out the trail and claim my venison.
That piebald has been on my mind all day. He better hope he doesn't step out in front of me when he is by himself!