I warned my brother about those does after they paid us a late afternoon visit. I told him to be sure and secure his gear and food because those does would be looking to get into it.
The camp is on a high ridge top, so when something woke me during the night it was brighter then daylight outside my tent.There was a full moon high in the sky. All was quite over at my brother’s tent, and our other partner’s tent. But in the center area two does were dancing around. Each twirled around with the end of a deer bag in it's mouth. I named it the dance of the Seven Veils. Another two or three does were hanging on the edge looking on. After a few minutes of watching I went back to bed. The next morning the deer bag looked well chewed/gummed. I think the deer like the sizing in the material.
Funny my brother secured things after that.
I hang a plastic tarp about two feet over my tent in a "V" to shed rain and snow. It might slow a small limb down, and absorbed most of the energy. They do not call the Widow Makers for nothing.