Monday, Dad discovered a doe in a patch of woods between my house and the neighbors. Both back legs were broken.
So he called the game commission.
They immediatley made him a "suspect" and grilled him for quite some time on the how, what, where, bit.
My favorite, "How do YOU think its legs got broken?"
Gosh I don't know, maybe A CAR HIT IT. (does that ever happen?)
After all that, they said they didn't know when someone could get it.
As of tonight, it's still there.
Nice work fellas.
So he called the game commission.
They immediatley made him a "suspect" and grilled him for quite some time on the how, what, where, bit.
My favorite, "How do YOU think its legs got broken?"
Gosh I don't know, maybe A CAR HIT IT. (does that ever happen?)

After all that, they said they didn't know when someone could get it.
As of tonight, it's still there.
Nice work fellas.
