From my hiding spot behind a small hill, I watched a pregnant doe, about 70 yards below in a ravine, feast on fresh-sprouted grass. Water streamed off my hat from a steady rain. Nearby, in a bare patch along a manzanita thicket, another fat doe buried her...
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