Oh. DEER.

It happened again. A deer in the surf and a dozen people crowding the shore. The last time, the deer drowned. This morning it’s an outgoing tide and I was repeatedly called a “b—” (and other things) for shouting “Back off!” at the top of my voice. I am so mean.

[Have no fear reading on. No one dies in this story.]

Going in the right direction. I can only assume he knows what to do because he’s done it before a few times. The fact that the doe resisted him, was actually a really good sign. Still some fight left.
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