I hadn't seen our friend, the forked horn Blacktail buck, for a couple days or so, and I heard several shots fired in the woods by our house this morning. I admit it, I was afraid our friend might have been shot. But Carol called me to the dining room window and there, in the shadow of the trees on the other side of the fence lay our young buck, no doubt waiting there for a lull in all of the activity. I just couldn't resist sharing a (harmless) shot of him.