A heavy-racked buck beds down for the day. Wind sweeping from behind, and eyes scanning down below, danger has little chance of finding him before he detects it. After all, that’s why the buck picked ...

A mud-caked buck appears out of nowhere, his legs stained from the bog. The deer scans its surroundings. He’s an old deer that knows just how perilous life can be outside the security of his swamp.