This is Hanging Horn. He lives in my pocket. What I'm trying to do is take a picture of the gorgeous morning light shining through the aspens. What he's trying to do is see if he can eat the camera.
Late last summer he was involved in some unknown, but very violent accident. It ripped his left horn and a good chunk of his scalp away from his head leaving his bloody skull exposed.
When he came to us, we gave him his last rites, a little corn, and told him to go toward the light. But he ignored that advice and decided to keep coming back for more food instead. After he recovered, Larry named him Hanging Horn because his antler and scalp hung from his head, literally blinding his left eye.
He is so much better since he's shed his antlers which is allowing his skull to heal. Now he looks just like any other of the million and one white tail deer that populate our lives. But you can still tell its him by the bump on his head and the fact that he is permanently attached to my hip.
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