It all started with the antlers from Jimay's. Then came the Big Box O'Antlers. Then there was the deer bones by the side of the road. After that came the bones I found by the creek.
On Saturday, I was out mucking around and found yet another area where deer had been field dressed last fall.
These remains have a little more, well, decomposing to do before I'm willing to load them in the back of the wagon. I'll keep an eye on them.
And then, Sunday, I was out walking someplace else, and looked down and saw a big ol' antler just laying on the ground:
Look how big this sucker is!:
Did you know that white-tailed deer shed their antlers every year? I did not know this. In all my time wandering around in the woods, I had never found an antler. Until yesterday. I had always assumed that you could tell how old a buck was by how big its antlers were. Silly me. Although, as it turns out, in general the older a buck is, the bigger its (annual) rack will be, so I wasn't totally off base. Just some.
But with all these bones appearing to me, it's like the deer are trying to tell me something. With their bones. I just can't figure out what it is.
Maybe they'll get ahold of me via the radio station in my house.