This boy kept me company all day.
Last year that nook was taken by an oversized fork. This trip, Wallace here was in place by the time I got to my sit at can-see. He sneaked away while I took a brief snooze at about 2:30.
He was in direct sun from early in the morning until he left! He shifted position a couple of times, trying to snuggle back against the rock to catch a sliver of shade, but without much success. The shade you can see covers some slope in the rock, not a flat spot suitable for a bed. Ambient temp was mid-70's and he was in his October fat.
One of these days I'll find a shooter in this spot.
Here's another shot of him (I'm about 110 yards away) -
Now look closely at that (very) steep hillside in the background. This next photo is where the gray branch to the right of center blocks both the near and the far hill -
Two bucks are obvious (Walker and Waldron); there could be up to three more (Walt, Walden and his other brother Walden?) (I don't see them now. It's a little tough to correctly frame a photo through the spotting scope.) Most of the day five bucks were bedded as best they could there where the gully wall began to cliff off into the bottom. That's a steep sonofabishin spot- even sagebrush can't hold on! For awhile one of the bedded bucks had a front leg braced to keep himself from sliding from between his satin sheets.
In the late morning two more, larger, bucks (Wilfred and Andy) fed down and wanted to bed. One of them went up to that deer on the left and stared him into giving it up. That buck then booted out the guy in the center. And
that one walked over to one to the right, but had to tickle antlers a bit before ousting him. Sucker number four didn't have anyone smaller to pick on so he pretended he'd wanted all along to stay on his feet and get a snack. It was fun to watch, and was a lesson that the biggest (or toughest) get the best toys.
Easterners, take a good look- save yourselves some learning curve. Not only will the deer be at the base of the rimrock, as you've heard, but also in such open, nondescript spots like my quintet's. Few of those beds on the slope held shade for very long. But they were real beds, well scooped out (I got to see them doing some remodeling, too.)
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