Maybe it was my scouting and camera work at "Camera Trap Spring," maybe it was the red gods' favor, but about an hour after leaving home I shot a mule deer buck, three points or four points (Western count), depending which side you looked at — not a huge buck, but since I would be backpacking the meat out, that was OK.
I boned the meat and filled my Osprey Talon 22 day pack past its design specifications, I am sure, but it's a tribute to that design that it still felt comfortable, even though heavier than I had ever loaded it.
The next morning I returned — with a larger pack —carefully glassing the area as I moved through the burnt pines, lest a bear have found the gut pile, bones, etc. No, just a few crows were flying around and talking.
Magpies came first, the morning that I set the camera. |
So would a bear or other scavengers come? One way to find out — I brought a scout camera with fresh batteries, piled bones, hide, rib cage, and skull with the guts — and set it to cover the scene.
Today, twenty-four days later, M. and I went back for it. The deer's remains had been rearranged considerably.
The well-nibbled rib cage and spine were a few yards away, downhill. The hide was in several pieces, and the head was not immediately visible.
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The bear came later. An ear-tagged bear, meaning it has been relocated once — not like there is any vacant habitat.
The golden eagle made multiple visits.
Golden eagle |
The ear-tagged bear has a feast. |