I just got back from a short trip. On the way I discovered a car- hit wounded doe. I called the sherriff, who dispatched the deer, gave me a tag for the deer, helped me load it in my truck and wished me a nice day. I'll be weighing it on the new scales my son bought me for Christmas. But first, a nice bowl of soup, and nap before I get down to the business of dressing and processing the deer. Holidays ore wonderful!