Art Eatman
Staff in Memoriam
About midnight one night on a backroad highway north of Sanderson, Texas, I slowed way down for deer in the road. And in both borrow ditches alongside. A rough count was way above fifty. That's desert country.
On my way back from Luckenbach to Austin one evening, I stopped to count deer in an oat patch of maybe five acres: I counted to somewhere north of a hundred. Little bitty critters.
When I moved back to the small family ranch outside of Austin, I went jeeping around one night, spotlighting from general curiosity. It was jaw-dropping to run up a count of some fifty pairs of deer eyes. That was in an area of maybe a hundred acres of our land.
Damfino. If over-crowding is a cause, Texas oughta be overwhelmed with CWD deer, seems like.
On my way back from Luckenbach to Austin one evening, I stopped to count deer in an oat patch of maybe five acres: I counted to somewhere north of a hundred. Little bitty critters.
When I moved back to the small family ranch outside of Austin, I went jeeping around one night, spotlighting from general curiosity. It was jaw-dropping to run up a count of some fifty pairs of deer eyes. That was in an area of maybe a hundred acres of our land.
Damfino. If over-crowding is a cause, Texas oughta be overwhelmed with CWD deer, seems like.