She dressed out at 125lbs. Since I haven't seen anything with horns worthy of a shot, I'd been hoping for a mature doe to come along. An hr before dark she kept to the edge...much like a buck...let the young ones have the open field. My Rott found her...50yds farther into the laurel than when I'd left the stand. With the leaves all wet from drizzle/rain and low fog...I'm glad I had the dog. Would've sucked stumbling through the mt Laurel in the dark looking for her. He's 11....prolly his last season. He earned his keep today.
