I've been watching with a strange mixture of lust, envy, and revulsion as these Dinkathons have evolved over the years. It kind of reminds me when I got invited to a co-worker's fetish party without really understanding the nature of the invite. Truth is, I've not had an entry to give you until now. Over the past decade or so, I've been pretty lucky holding out for a decent set of antlers.
Last night, I had a bit of an . . . oops. Against the freshly mowed grass this fellow had a hard time making his antlers stand out. I thought he was a doe, honest!
