This fellow showed up for the first time two nights ago, along with the five pointer and spike horn we have had visit for the past three weeks. This is certainly the largest rack I have seen since buying the farm (or moving to the U.P. for that matter). I would be thrilled to meet him during bow or rifle season.
"True solitude is a din of birdsong, seething leaves, whirling colors, or a clamor of tracks in the snow."