Let the Rut Begin Postscript

Ironically, early yesterday morning I received a call regarding a buck that had just been hit and was trying to drag itself out of the road. I was already in the car and only about five minutes away, so I decided to check on him right away. I found him on the grassy shoulder. He was dead and had already been spotted by a coyote. He was about a six-point buck. I dragged him into the woods where the coyote could eat undisturbed by passers-by.