After a minute or two of staring through my scope not believing what I was seeing, I dropped my rifle in the grass, fell to my knees, and prayed for this blessed creature.
I have a friend who used to hunt using old fashioned bow and arrow (not compound). A few years back he stalked a magnificent stag, had the shot all lined up, and just couldn't take the creature's life.
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Front Porch Punditry