That winter kill is long overdue....

During deer season a couple decades ago, pard and I moved down from our horse camp to stay ahead of the deep snow that pushed us lower. Upon arrival, we bumped into a father with his preteen son on their way to see the local Sheriff. Dad was pissed and son was in and out of tears. Seems the lad tipped over a dandy mulie buck that morning (his first) that was similarly migrating downward, notched his tag and commenced dressing when two men on quads roll into the drainage and took the boy's buck. Father was over the adjacent ridge, heard the shot but arrived after the heist.