For about 10 years I had a buck that would come in to camp every year and make himself at home. “Tuffy” finally got old and hopefully died of natural causes.
Well last year a new buck started showing up. I named him “container.” I went to close the doors on a storage container and happened to look inside first. Glad I did because there was a buck in there that had been eating corn. WTH! I went around back and banged on the sides until he decided to leave. That’s how he got his name.
I got down to the ranch this evening and had a seat on the porch. Here comes Container walking up like he owns the place. Hope he turns in to a trophy one day.
Well last year a new buck started showing up. I named him “container.” I went to close the doors on a storage container and happened to look inside first. Glad I did because there was a buck in there that had been eating corn. WTH! I went around back and banged on the sides until he decided to leave. That’s how he got his name.
I got down to the ranch this evening and had a seat on the porch. Here comes Container walking up like he owns the place. Hope he turns in to a trophy one day.
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