Last day of late muzzy blacktail season years ago... Any deer was legal in the GMU... I was in my mid 20's... It was about 3pm... Dad was driving up to at gate on a logging road... A doe popped out on the road and started feeding on the edge about 50 yards away... I wasn't ready at all... I got out and hustled around to the back of the truck... Got the muzzy and capped it... Walked up to the front of the truck and she was still there... Slightly angled broadside on her right... I leveled off on her and dropped her... I'm reloading and my Dad gets out laughing... I can't figure it out... He doesn't say anything just chuckling to himself... I walked up and it kept getting smaller... I get up to it and pick it up by both back legs with one hand... It was a buck fawn... I was puzzled!!! I felt a little bad... My Dad starts laughing while telling me that while I walked back to get the muzzy and cap up, a fawn came out and started feeding with the doe, and then the doe looked up and saw the truck and maybe me, then walked back into the brush... I hold the smallest deer in the family record... It was the best 17# of boneless meat I've ever had... Learned a lesson that day...