If it wasn't for the lymph nodes that I cut out of the roadkilled deer's neck, I wouldn't have much to show for the day at all.

And if that was all we were going to do, the heelers sisters and I could have been back home in time for Sunday breakfast in bed. Instead, we were just a little late for dinner.

To tide you over until I actually get around to filling out the photo entry hidden away in draft form, here's a panorama of our view to the west at lunch time: