I’ll get some pictures of “Steve”, mom got hit by a truck up north, he was a wobbler, still fresh as can be. My friend found him laying next to his dead mom in a ditch. Brought him home, almost dead, they called one of my relatives, she said to call the game Department, in the mean time they fed him goats milk, he slept with their Yellow lab and eventually ate dinner at the table, he loved Cheerios🤣 . They let him run and explore wherever, he was never kept in a pen etc. They would leave him outside only to find him sleeping in the doghouse in the mornings. He eventually died of old age, he only disappeared one fall, only to come back after Christmas. I think he was about 8-9 when he died. They found him in a gully one day. RIP Steve.