Speaking of rut activity, it's ramping up here too. The boys are starting to run with the girls now. This fella came by from the bottom land pastures this morning, right near our fence until my dog busted out the dog door and started barking at him. I was busy getting the good camera.

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He was followed shortly by about a half dozen does and a couple of smaller bucks including a tall fork horn. They hadn't crossed the road and jumped onto the BLM land yet:

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Here's that tall forky, tongue hanging out, following a yearling but mom is right in front of shorty so maybe that's what's got him all horned up. Might have to zoom in to see that tongue, I tried to edit it but my program keeps closing;

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If the lions or the winter don't get those bucks, they'll be nicer next season. Then I hope to draw a tag for near the house.

The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men.
In it is contentment
In it is death and all you seek
(Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)

member of the cabal of dysfunctional squirrels?