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Speaking of deer and poop...
I was in the Wind Rivers of WY in 1974 and one morning while visiting the latrine, ( a pit dug near a large boulder), I heard steps rushing toward where I was doing my business...and thinking that it was someone in need from our group of climbers, I tried to rush to accommodate whoever it was.
Who it was, however, was a large mule deer buck and his group, and it would be hard to say who was the more surprised in the moment as we came face to antlers.
They didn't tarry, however, and moved on to greener pastures (so to speak).
I was in the Wind Rivers of WY in 1974 and one morning while visiting the latrine, ( a pit dug near a large boulder), I heard steps rushing toward where I was doing my business...and thinking that it was someone in need from our group of climbers, I tried to rush to accommodate whoever it was.
Who it was, however, was a large mule deer buck and his group, and it would be hard to say who was the more surprised in the moment as we came face to antlers.
They didn't tarry, however, and moved on to greener pastures (so to speak).