I was hunting early one morning and a big eight pointer came under my stand, but I could not get a shot. He went over in a field with tall grass. A short time letter a small forked horn came by and walked out into the grass. A few minuets letter the small forked horn came running out of the field at full speed. It hit an electic fense close to my stand and turned two flips. Got up and shook itself off and took of again. I spent the whole morning braking into laughter..