My dad got a doe. However, it was late in the day and while tracking the blood trail it became too dark to see. The next morning him and his buddy went out and found it on our neighbor’s property dead. According to my old man, it “stunk like a Saigon hooker on Sunday” while field dressing it. He took it to the CWD site where they chucked it in a dumpster headed for the incinerator – the meat was no good. He got his buck tag, and has been out almost everyday this week.