We live in a beautiful state called Arkansas. We have three plus acres of that beauty. We have been here for almost thirteen years. Deer cross through our property just about the same place every time they pass through. On one occasion a deer was passing through around four am. Someone in a pickup passing by our property seen the deer, pulled over, and shot the deer. The deer did not die immediately, it ran into some trees trying to get away. That's where I found the deer the next morning. It was a Doe, too heavy for me to move anywhere, so I called a neighbor who had a backhoe. We buried the beautiful creature right where she fell. The person that shot into our property could have hit our house that sits about three hundred feet back from the street. We were lucky that day.