Grazing beside a Meredith College athletic field early Sunday morning, this white-tailed buck was unconcerned until other bicyclists labored up the hill, derailleurs clicking.
Then he and a smaller doe gamboled across the field together, dancing over the brow of a slight hill and meandering into the woods.
I grew up hunting them with Walker Hounds and shotguns. Cameras are better for both of us, I suspect, and the sight and sound of Walker Hounds and of deer, however widely they may be separated from one another, is no less a delight.
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