About ten seconds later, KA-BOOM!
From long experience, I know what that means:
ROAD SHOOTER!
I ran into the front room in time to see them throw a deer into the back of the truck and take off, fast, of course.
I hastened to give chase, but I had to get some shoes on and the truck was covered with frost. No dice. They were gone by the time I got down the road.
I came back and stopped at the site of the crime.
Blood ... deer hair ... boot tracks.
But not hunter's tracks.
They don't deserve a title so honorable.
That's the second deer poached on our place this week (that I know of).
Shiftless, low-life, road-riding riff-raff.
Funny ... they didn't leave any slime on the road.
A pox upon them. May their tribe decrease.