When I was younger, I got drawn for a special doe hunt at Fort Hunter Ligget. We were driving next to a fence line, going to a place that we found the day earlier to sit, when a doe came barreling off of the hill from our left and went to jump the deer fence to our right, she made a pretty good jump, but was a little early on her jump and cought her front legs on the top wire and she went down hard. I was kind of shocked when she failed to get up, and started convulsing. I thought she had killed herself. It took her a minute or so to come to. She got to her feet, looked at us as to say, "What the hell was that for." The last I saw of her, she was staggering into the brush. What a weird deal. Muledeernut