We didn't see what it was.
A few years ago, my partner shot a deer 3 miles back. It was warm so we dragged it into the shade, skinned it, laid it on the hide, laid the heart and liver next to it, threw a couple meat bags over it to minimize the flies, and covered it with pine boughs. Then we hiked out to get my llamas. The next morning when we got to the deer, the 1st thing we noticed was both meat bags lying 5 yards away. Nothing else seemed to be disturbed. We pulled off the branches and the deer didn't have a mark on it. However, the heart and liver were gone. It was too grassy to find tracks but we figured it was a fox or a pine martin. Anything larger would have at least chewed on the carcass.

Another place, another hunt. This is greatly enlarged. I'm surprised we ever spotted him.
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