Coming back from my socializing with my dentist I came across this bunch. The pic is probably pretty small, but there are a whole lot of mulies out there on that hillside. Including a buck who still has his rack, for some reason. See if you can make them out. I counted seventeen with my binocs.
One of the things I love about this "desolate, God-forsaken" country is that I can't go anywhere— not even onto the front deck— without seeing lots of wild neighbors.
And nary a hoomin bean in sight, alas.
(Maybe if you just click on the pic it will embiggen itself fer ya.)