Fair Ellen-A Remembrance

October 15, 2015


I could tell it was her 500 yards away, because she was so small, and her head never went up quite right, or as high as it should.

I was always glad to see her, glad, I guess, that she'd survived another week, month, year, or minute.

My heart followed her all year long, for nine years.



Life is hard enough for a whitetail who's born perfect.







But there was