Well I may get flamed but I doe'd out today. I hunted yesterday and the fog killed me. For the last 2 weeks I've had 2 bucks that walk through I can watch and it's been clock work. One comes through and walks the fence line and the other walks around the opposite way around the tip of the hill. I threw up a pop up blind last weekend and watched them walk within 30 yds all week, and yesterday nothing. Today I woke up and it was drizzling and went back to bed. So about the same time as normal I look out and there he is 20 yds from the blind. At the edge of the yard-treeline I see 2 does and watches them. One doe had her front leg dangling and was falling over the down limbs. I thought about it and considered it may ruin my chances at this buck. But watching it struggle to keep up with the others I decided that I'd rather eat it than coyotes. So 3 things happened that never has: 1 I shot her off my back deck, 2, my daughter 6 years old saw me shoot her and 3 saw her after. I explained that God provides us the meat we eat and killing anything is serious. Also it was a great learning experience to explain again about guns and we don't play with them. Fast forward to this afternoon and the buck is on the hillside and looking good. I was able to glass him real good and say he's 3.5. This late in the season I've decided to pass and let him get another year.