A certain hunter (who share remain nameless) dumped a pile of corn in front of his stand tonight and then left the big old bag laying right there with the corn. A group of does came in, saw that bag and new something was no good so they circled around and finally split. 20 minutes later a dopey 8 pointer comes strolling right in, steps on the bag and buries his face in the pile of corn without any concern.
And of course, now he's dead.
And of course, now he's dead.
