Tate and Gunnar both have hunting licenses and deer tags this year.
Gunnar went out last weekend, on opening day, with Grandpa.
They saw no deer.
Nothing. Zilch. Nada.
Tate will be going out today, and Gunnar again tomorrow.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch...
I looked out my window and saw this...
Yes, right out our back gate...
That's a five-point black-tail buck.
We can't shoot him.
Not here, in the city limits.
But Gunnar wanted to "practice" with an air-soft.
Of course, it's not very realistic,
because these deer KNOW they're safe.
After Gunnar stung him a few times, he shuffled calmly off to the other side of the bamboo.
The insolence of deer!
Later that day, making dinner,
I noticed the evening sun dropping below the clouds,
making some beautiful colors light up.
Oh, look. In the neighbor's yard...
Why, yes, that would be two more deer,
a doe and her fawn,
probably born this spring.
And up in another neighbor's yard...
... another doe.
The fawn was only slightly wary of me.
I got within about ten feet of him...
when he decided he'd better get closer to mom.
He has NO trouble with the fence that is taller than he is.
And guess who was sticking close to that doe...
Seems a bit early to be in the rut,
but he wasn't letting her out of his sight.
And what are the odds the boys will see ANY deer while they're out hunting?