Gun season ends in just a few days here, and yet again I haven't managed to get out there. My neighbor bowhunts on a lease, and last year I passed on a bad shot. I called him yesterday, he was already on his way to the lease but turned around to pick me up. I grabbed the rifle and a flashlight. At 5:05 I saw three nice doe and three fawns. I pulled the trigger on the largest doe and they all scattered. I was afraid that I had made a bad shot and had a wounded animal out there. My neighbor from the next stand over called and said I should go after her. I was looking for footprints in the snow but there was a huge blood trail and I found her easily- the shot went right where I wanted it and the .30-'06 put her down in twenty yards or so. Anyway I'm ecstatic- she weighed 100 pounds and I've got a lot of meat in the fridge!