All appropriate senses primed and at the ready. Smell, sight and hearing all zeroing in on the unusual movement. I tried my best, but was again foiled by fallow deers unwavering sense of danger.
I did watch from further away as the bucks postured and roared; one was limping, probably as a result of one of the duels that took place during the rut.
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