Rubbermaboots.

Must have been a cool morning.

Little buck wandering around.

Scuffed up. The little ones are still sparring.

Little late to get freaked out by the blinking red light...

Sparring. Closed eye.

1 1/2 year old probably.

The little buck herd. They were all in this series, just never in front of the camera at the same time.

Left my million year old but still good rubber boots in Box Elder where we were hunting. I wore them when chopping deer. Now I'm stuck. If I buy a new pair, I've got two pairs, only one of which will be worn. Plus I like these old ones. The tread is gone and they don't leave any footprints.

Hardly make it across the creek in regular boots. The creek gods have to be in a good mood.

Little buck herd crossed and tracks look like 1000 deer slithering through the mud.