There was something obviously wrong with this buck I came upon tonite. He was with four does and a fawn (who had a big puncture wound on her neck, too). No one escapes the wrath and fury of a battle between two prime bucks.
I suspect this is the other buck in the battle, checking out a doe, with a big wound on his neck. He came across the street right up to me and I had to move to get out of the way between the two bucks, although they were not fighting anymore. The other buck was too wounded to give a battle for his does. This doe seems to know it too, as she eagerly followed the new guy.
The Princess Doe-this is what they were fighting for.
