The buck came in and she was so nervous she couldn’t quit talking. Haha. She patiently waited for a smaller buck to move out of the way. Shot and it ran off. She squealed. We hung out for a bit then went out to look for blood. She walked off a bit, came running back saying “something’s making noise out there.”. We backed off for awhile and went out to track the little blood we could find. Didn’t take long and we stumbled onto it. While Grandpa and Mom gutted the deer she stood at the front of the Kubbie dry heaving due to the smell.