That area of the woods smelled of something rotting. The boys smelled it, I found visually. A poached deer. I took many photos because at first I was confused about how the poor thing had come to its end. It had what appeared to be an entry and exit wound. One back leg was broken and lying at an impossible angle. Then I found two discarded work gloves nearby.
Best I can figure, someone poached it then became spooked as a passerby happened along and abandoned the carcass. What bothered me most is before I connected the dots, I knew regardless of how it happened, the deer had suffered and likely quite a bit. A tragic waste of life. October, 2016