re: Your favorite grandpa/daddy hunting story

I hunted more with my uncle growing up and my favorite memory is this:

We were driving the road up to the lease on cat island the night before rifle opener when a doe ran across the road and stopped about 100 yards in the middle of a field on the other side. My uncle slammed on the brakes and started to reach for his rifle. He then glanced at me, glanced at the doe, glanced back at me and then the doe took off never to be seen again.

He huffed disgustedly and we continued on towards the camp. A little ways down the road I asked, "Uncle Harry, if I wasn't with you, would you have shot that deer?"

He stopped the truck, looked me in the eye and replied, "TLC, that's an illegal deer. I would only shoot that if I was by myself, or if I was with somebody else."