I just dropped my head and cape off at the taxidermist. He looked the deer over and pointed out all the bumps, scars and torn ears on him. Both of his eyes had scars or fresh damage around them. He said he had never seen a deer with so many battle scars in all his life. Apparently I shot the neighborhood bad ass. He was either the baddest deer on the mountain or he thought he was a bad ass and continually got his ass kicked. Either way he was not afraid to fight. He was also very old, not much left for teeth. RIP my good friend, it was an honor to match wits with you.
