Maybe they were buddies when this picture was taken in October, but now the rut is getting underway.
No more are the friendly meetings at the water hole to size up each other's antlers. Now it's all about the quest for carnal knowledge, each buck for himself.
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My father would have added one of those beautiful bucks to his food supply. We lived off the land in those days. long long ago.
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