As opposed to our neighborhood, inside the city limits, where it is not.
They saw three deer. One was a buck. He was 750 feet away (too far for Tate to shoot) and bolted as soon as they saw him. Deer season closes tomorrow.
Grandpa brought Tate home around four.
At which time, there was a spike (buck with one-point antlers)
standing insolently in the intersection in front of our house.
They pulled into the driveway, in a large Dodge diesel pick-up.
The little buck wandered up through the yard, and
crossed the driveway just a few feet away from the still-running truck,
and passed into the neighbor's yard. I watched him out my window, sparring with another spike for the next several minutes before they both wandered off.