Three deer killed and counting is the report from Michigan's "renegade" peninsula.Last night while walking the dog, I had a Cervidae encounter unlike I've ever experienced. A brave doe and I engaged in a minute-long stare down from about 15 paces. I puzzled aloud as to why she wasn't running away as I inched closer and closer -- closer than I've ever stood to wild deer. Her mate watched me from deeper in the marsh. It wasn't until the dog barked at her that she turned and darted into the darkness. It was at that moment, when the calm deer became a skittish one, when it dawned on me where the phrase "high-tail it" originated.
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