We were pheasant hunting our place last fall on opener. I was standing with the other guys posting/blocking. I could hear something down in the tall switch grass, around the stock pond, just growling at me. I thought it must be a coon or badger. I was ready to run it down if it showed it’s face.
This went on for quite some time, when all of a sudden one of the yearlings bolts. Then the shooting started. Another yearling bolts, then another. Not surprised, I’m just standing there waiting for Ma to bolt. Nope, the growling starts and the blowing. At this point I’m pretty confused. Sure enough, right where the sounds were coming from, less than 20 feet from me the old doe gets up and runs off. I could tell she was an older girl, but was in pretty tough shape from the triplets.
Got me to wondering if she would even be in good enough shape that fall to conceive. Who knows, but I did sleep in a Holiday Inn once.