09/26/11 (Mon) AM report- got out at 5:15 after the rain stopped. Gorgeous evening. Three does came in at 7:00, mature doe and twins. Passed several shots on the mature doe and waited on one of the smaller twins. The first twin finally stopped at 24 yards quartering away, hit her high, muscle blood only, didn't find her, she's still walking around I'm sure. That's why they call it hunting, I hate it, but it happens. The mistake I made was not shooting the mature doe when I had a chance. But I just can't take shooting mommy when she has twins with her, always ends up being a big scene that makes me feel like dirt!
