If I could run out and almost catch him (Not that I would recomend trying) but knew that I could. I would consider that Mother Nature has ask me to do her and him a favor. No it and walk away. Its the walking away that would kill me. Such a wast.

Over 15 years ago I was in Col. hunting elk. I had split off from the others to go to a water hole not too far from camp. I was coming around a little hill that had a sheep fence along its lower edge. As I got closer to the water hole I heard noise and as I eased up I found a spike Mule deer buck that had hung its back legs in the fence. It back legs were broke and it had been trying to get loose for several hrs from the looks of things.
I thought about letting mother nature take care of it, but decided that I had been placed there to do it. I did not shoot it but droped my coat over its head and then cut its throat.
The hard thing again was to walk away. Young buck and we had been eating c rations for a week. Man! Fresh meat on the old camp fire. Not in season, only 1/4 mile from camp, NO, No, No! I couldent do it. Cussed myself and walked on to the water hole.
Just as I got to where I wanted to set and watch the water hole I hear noise coming down the trail from the other direction. You got it! Not one but two game wardens on horse back. They checked my license and I decided to tell them about the deer. They ask me to show them where so I did. We talked about it after they looked the deer over but that was all. Last I saw of them or that buck was them going over the hill. I sure was glad I did not cut a few steaks off him.
Rick

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