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where the deer and the antelope play
I first watched deer playing over thirty years ago.
On ground contaminated with plutonium, no less.
Today I had stopped to take a few shots of the colorful cottonwoods by one of the main junctions in these mountains
when I heard clattering hooves. When a small group of deer burst out of the canyon, I expected to see a vehicle soon following.
There wasn't.
They were running from each other. I'm not sure what the rules were, but one young yearling buck was definitely "It".
The others bounded through the sage and trees,
one caroming up the draw past me, standing in the open on the road, and past the pickup with curious heelers hanging out the window.
The young buck stood his ground, presumably counting to 100.
Until one of the others came racing down the road, coming to a hoof-dragging stop...
only to go bounding off
and up the draw again
to set up another looping charge.
Which took the game out of my view
three minutes after it had entered. As I continued with my pictures of the fall color, I could hear scrambling gravel of the game continuing down the road.