I feel complelled to tell you a hunting story which occurred about three years ago. It was a cold December morning and I was gun hunting in the late rifle season in the second week of the Maryland gun season. Around 7:45, I saw a large doe that was walking up a draw with three other medium-sized doe. The only shot that presented itself was on one of the two, smaller-bodied does. I centered my crosshairs, and BOOM. I killed her on the spot. The large doe and the other yearling bounded off within seconds. After about a minute, the older doe (presumably the mother) came back. She brought flowers and was wearing a black headdress. She curled up next to the expired deer, curled up in the fetal position, and began bawling.

If you believe this, you should leave this site immediately. For the rest of you. Happy April 27th Fools Day.