long-abandoned tree stand
Photo by J. Harrington
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Deer hunting is often a tradition-bound sport. Folks hunt the same areas, often the same stands, year after year. Sometimes generation after generation follows the same pattern. Whitetail breeding (the "rut") follows a pattern also. There's some interesting information about breeding phases available online. I've no idea how much of an outlier this year may be, or if the rut, and traditional deer season in early November, will change as global warming becomes more established.
My Autumn Leaves
By Bruce Weigl
I watch the woods for deer as if I’m armed.I watch the woods for deer who never come.I know the hes and shes in autumnrendezvous in orchards stained with fallenapples’ scent. I drive my car this way to workso I may let the crows in corn believeit’s me their caws are meant to warn,and snakes who turn in warm and secret cavesthey know me too. They know the boywho lives inside me still won’t go away.The deer are ghosts who slip between the lightthrough trees, so you may only hear the snapof branches in the thicket beyond hope.I watch the woods for deer, as if I’m armed.
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