Grandson finally killed his first with a bow. He spined her and finished her off with a second arrow. I was proud until I realized I had to spend my evening cleaning it.
Actually he did most of the work and all the cleanup.
He got upset when he realized his doe had milk and young ones. I finally got him to understand that the fawns are old enough to take care of themselves.
He'll get over it when Granny cooks up some backstrap with gravy, biscuits and eggs this morning.
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