Today was the opening day of the Kansas Rifle Season. I tried an area I knew little about and saw only a handful of does all day. I did find some tremendous tracks as well as plenty of rubs… Then I found this guy:
He had the mass and teeth of a young deer, probably 3.5 years old. There was no sign of foul play but I found him on a piece of ground that has other hunters on at least two sides and a history of trouble with tresspassing. What a shame. I took this picture with my boot to give you some reference. Look at that spread! Can you imagine what he might have looked like in a year or two?
I promise I’ll finish the elk hunt when I find time.
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