This morning, I was calmly fixing Jeff's lunch when the shouting started. "Get in here, QUICK! There's a buck, a buck!!" Sure enough, right out the bedroom window in the brushy woods was a 9-point buck. He had a really nice, white rack. Jeff, who has seen enough bucks to know assured me it was definitely a Pope & Young deer. The buck swaggered up the hill toward a doe. She gave him very little consideration and laid down. He made a rub while we watched. The little sapling he was rubbing didn't make it - it broke under his beautiful, aggressive rack.
The buck finally disappeared, hidden by thick shrubs. The doe lay quietly as though she hadn't been what all the fuss was about. Jeff announced in a firm voice that "it's on & I've got to hunt this weekend!" Yes, its "that" time of year!
We looked down the yard and the deer shaped target (complete with antlers, of course) was headless in the yard! I wonder who might have done that....hmmm