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fawn snatchin!? sheesh you make it sound like I plucked the deer from it's mother and carried back to the campsite. The fawn followed us. It was emcaciated, could barely walk, and looked like it had been laying there for a few days.
I definitely see your point, and of course we considered the option of the mother still being around. Eventually it had been around the two campsites and the dogs where it was too late anyways. At that point, it would have been inhumane to leave it there.
Way to go...
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