Certain dogs had to get at my level while I was shooting a few birds.I laughed when I turned around to see her at about six foot, climbing a fallen tree like it was something she always had maybe done. This is where her name turns to Nosey Rosey from Lily.There still is a variety of colors to enjoy, even late in the year.
With the rut season near it's end, it gets harder to find the bucks and their harem. Finding a group of does more than four will tell you one is nearby however. I passed the does sleeping and circled back around searching for the antlered fellow. Coming back near the same place this buck appeared to see who was bothering his ladies. It was a short encounter with the does heading down a draw and toward deeper woods across a steep ravine near a lake.The buck stayed around and then realized they were out of sight and took off fast.