Hubby and father-in-law have been deer hunting this past week -- they do a "controlled hunt" in a clsoe-by town to help keep the deer population somewhat in check. Whatever the boys don't eat is given to local soup kitchens and other charities. We had four bucks hanging in the yard yesterday, ready to go to the butcher. They had the bucks suspended from a big tree and covered with tarps to keep the bugs and predators away.
I came home yesterday afternoon and started walking the dogs for their afternoon constitutionals. Shorty was off-leash so she ran into the woods to do her business. As I was picking up after her, she suddenly caught wind of the bucks and took off across the yard. Next thing I know, the tarp is thrashing around -- she had crawled up under it and had one of the bucks by the face, trying to tug it out of the tree.
I had to pry her off the deer and carry her into the house. My neighbor was in hysterics.