For many one sits in a tree stand and hopes for a trophy to pass. I often ask hunters what they are after, the meat or mount for the wall. I have eaten a lot of it, but still like to go to the store and get meat, it is so much easier. I can ask for a piece from a few friends, but like them alive the best. I still marvel having shot the big buck, and have my digital image to prove it. A good friend, Bumpy Rhodes, often goes out with me in search of that best shot. In November the deer start a rut, or mating season, that puts them out in full force. After this the bucks aren't as easy to find, preferring the deeper woods. On this day we "bagged" nine bucks, three does and only a few yearlings.
This poor guy has his tongue hanging out. Perhaps worn out or hungry for more play.
Mom and her two kids. By the rough fur on her back one can assume she was rounded up for someone's harem , but still made it back to the kids. Perhaps it wasn't her time.