I was out driving along with my dad, looking for deer when I seen 2 does come out of the tribal farm.  I told him to floor it, and as we went down the road the deer went through an island of trees and more deer came out. then they kicked deer up in the field, must have been about 40 deer running now, we came to where the tree line was on the other side of the field, and my dad stopped to talk to this guy. meanwhile I'm sitting there thinking DEER what are you doing, then I seen them, and yelled floor it, he looked up and said something towards the lines of oh crap, and we were going and I was looking at them, trying to count and what not, he said we hit about 60 when I yelled stop.  I got out and was just meaning to watch them. and try to take pictures. well I couldn't get my camera on and by now the third group of dinkers we coming towards us. so I brought my rifle up to size them up. Dinkers, I thought as i watched them running to me in the scope. my dad said take one if you wanted. I had an itchy trigger finger and I cant resist to shot at least one round at a running deer. so I chose the first deer, squeezed the trigger and it drop. my dad said nice shot, and I just replied easy shot, it was in an open field running at me, but to my left. not as far out as i hoped it was, just a mere 86 yards but one shot, one dinker... AKA little doe.  and was little, as you can see in the pictures I could hold it up with no problem.