Thanks, Tim, for whatever wizardry you did to get the pic to show in an appropriate format.
This year I decided not to hunt elk and deer as I am working on a masters degree and my weekends are taken up with that and just trying to get caught up from a week of teaching. So I bought two doe/fawn licenses as I don't have to be real serious about that...not like elk. I finally had a few hours in the middle of October to hunt, so I went early one Saturday morning about 20 miles from town. Saw this bunch from the highway on a state owned winter game range. Waited until they fed a half a mile from the road and put a sneak on, belly crawling for a 75 yards or so while they fed away from me. Finally a doe busted my movement, but they couldn't tell what I was. I waited for 10-15 minutes as they snorted and pranced around a little bit. Eventually they settled down and began browsing again. Belly crawled for a few more yards and then came to an opening in the tall grass through which I was moving. Used my backpack as a rest and popped this doe at about 200 yards. The 95 gr. SST from Hornady busted a rib going in and the opposite shoulder going out. A litte meat damage there. She ran about 20 yards and nose dived.
What you see in the back of my truck is a pack frame. I can't drive off road in this area, so the past few years I take the pack frame with me. I don't like to drag animals. They tend to get dirty, and it seems to be easier on my body if I pack them out. A mature doe doesn't weigh that much. I lash it on like I would an elk quarter or half of a deer and take my time back to the truck.
A couple of weeks later I shot another doe using the same rifle and load, this time in a little different area, one I could drive to. This one was a little farther away, maybe 275. Sorry, no pics of that one. It looked just like this one, only different.
To be honest, I felt a little embarressed posting a pic of a scrawny ol' doe antelope when I see the beautiful elk these young ladies are slaying and the impressive buck deer, like the one yesteday from Slufoot.
Anyway, next year I won't have this thousand pound gorrilla on my back (my masters program) and I can be more serious about elk.
Jeff