Up until the opening of bow/muzzle loader/rifle season, my husband has trail cameras set up all around. He asks me to come along while he checks to see if South Dakota’s world record muley has shown up. While we see some nice ones now and then, the card is usually full of raccoons stealing the corn or apples he’s laid out for Mr. Big Horns.
Most of the photos I am going to share with you today are ones my husband would delete in a breath. No horns, no glory.
But I think there is something beautiful about their nature.
Like how a mother doe can carry, deliver, and feed two fawns successfully on her own. Not to mention protect them from predators and highways.
The time is near that makes the smartest of bucks risk it all to pass their genes on.
And that time of the year is around the corner.
This may sound a bit strange, but I love seeing bucks and bulls fight. There is something about seeing them so determined to win the opportunity to ensure their line carries on.
Home sweet home.