Last night the dear showed up as I was grilling a couple of steaks. Three bucks & a doe. They stayed on the other side of the field so it was hard to get a good photo. There was velvet on their racks and they were quite nervous. I swear the racks grew 4 inches just this week. One is a six point, one is a four and the other looked like a spike horn.
Today's thought:
Tact is the art of making a point without making an enemy.
