Whitetail deer truly remarkable animals

By Capt. Bill Watkins
At the far southern end of the grassy flat I thought that I saw a flash of movement; something white that only moved one time. “What was that”, I thought? Was it the flicker of a bird’s wing? When hunting, it is always best to look closer. Ever so slowly I eased the rifle out of the window of the box blind to take a closer look through the tenpower scope. There, against a back drop of tan and gray weeds was one of the largest whitetailed does that I have ever seen. It was late afternoon and she must have just moved from her day bed in the thick pine plantation. Her almost completely gray hair was scruffy from lying on the ground; not sleek and straight as deer normally appear.
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