Dad called me yesterday, and he put the smackdown on a nice healthy doe. It was actually the one that I saw the last evening of my hunt 3 weeks ago, when she came in with her 2 fawns to eat apples for the last 20 minutes of light. The fawns are fat healthy, and are both does. They should have no problem surviving the winter, and becoming breeders next year, if they didn't actually come into cycle late this year. They already were wandering off without her anyway for long periods of time.
She weighed in at 124 pounds. Really nice for a doe. He's going to give most of the meat to the pastor at their church, who is having trouble making ends meet. He has a buck tag left, but he has plenty of meat, so he'll just head out with any spare time he has, for the rest of this week.
We were talking, and we think it's been 25 years or so since he got 2 deer in one year. Seems that when he gets one in rifle, he doesn't see anything in Muzzleloader. Or, vice-versa.