Busted Antler.

I think this is the bigger deer below. Broken antler from fighting. We haven't seen him in person yet.

Hunted all weekend. 13th outing was this afternoon in a T-shirt and 82 degrees of a Texas November. Just tree-sat. No rattling. Didn't see a thing. first time out I carried my newer rifle, a Remington 700 in .308. Sat until I could see stars. Big armadillo, squirrel action, late thrashing in the woodline like an owl taking a rabbit. Usual stuff. Jupiter up in the East. I could see four moons with my 10 power Nikons. Saturn up in the West and low. Clouds took it before I could get a good look.

Back out in the morning. Maybe 14 is the lucky number.