I had a big red stag walk out of the brush very slowly one day. For a few seconds I thought it was a cow of some sort. He was just starting to sprout his antlers, and seemed to be an old guy. He fed beside a whitetail buck, and was easily twice as tall at the shoulder, as the whitetail.

Then a few pigs ran out of the brush, and the whitetail put his head down (he still had antlers) and bluff charged the pigs, who spun a 180° and ran back in the bush before I could shoot. Guess the stag and buck had an agreement that the buck would handle pig control smirk


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