I guess Mr. Elk wasn’t scratching his back after all…

It would appear that he was in his death throes, having been struck by a high caliber round… Damn the NRA and our American gun culture (Just kidding…)  But seriously, it’s got to be difficult to come up with new and novel story lines, other than animals being shot when and where and by whom they are not supposed to be… I mean that bit with Rod Bassy really spoiled us… Even though your faithful blogger guessed correctly at the final outcome, it was still excitement at every turn as Rusty sat tied up in the Bassy-Van for days (weeks?) while Mark and bluegill contemplated their next moves over generous portions of orange mashed root vegies… But I wax nostalgic…

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Or could this be another Elk?  How many trophy animals could be within galloping distance from each other at the same time?  This is looking more like the “Fawn-doe-rosa” Petting Zoo on highway 8 near Turtle Creek…