I had a turning point occur, yesterday. Lisa and I were heading up to my mom’s house to do some things for her…..and while riding up the highway…..I glanced to the right and saw a deer behind the guardrail…..bedded with its head up. I got up to the next exit and made a big loop. When I got to where the deer was…..I pulled over and got out. When I got back to her….I could tell her right front leg was mangled up pretty badly. She was just bedded there with her head up….panting badly. I had no weapon with me. Nothing. In the meantime she tried to get up and basically rolled down the embankment, under some brush.

I went back to my truck and looked for anything. Nothing. I called the GW (friend)…and he was off duty and out of the area. He called the on-duty officer….who called me…..and I told him where we were. He came and dispatched her.

I can’t tell you how hard it was to look at that deer in the condition she was in. I’ll never forget it.

To relate this incident to this post……I think my effective range just got even shorter. To thin I might have an animal out there that was suffering like this girl was…..bothers the hell out of me. I now there’s no such thing as a “sure thing”……but they’re gonna have to be close for me, from now on.

There’s my turning point…….