It's the rutting season again. On the way home tonight in the fog I drove up on a small buck with magnificent antlers, just standing, stupified in the middle of the road. Ten miles per hour faster and he would have been venison. It was the gleam of his well polished antlers that saved him. I've seen this time and again in my life. These
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