Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tonight after dinner I took the dogs out and found myself being stared at by a young whitetail buck, in velvet of course. This is the first whitetail I have seen for a while. Most of my resident deer are mulies and I have no idea where this citizen came from. He stayed for a while, but then got nervous when Emma started casting through the grass he was standing in. Nevertheless, he was amazingly placid, letting us get within about twenty-five yards of him before he bolted for the big wetland meadow.
I hope to see him again.