Had a bit of an adventure Saturday with Garret, 12 year old future bow hunter.
It was the last day of the season for bow hunting deer.

We went down to the Meander River before light and sat, overlooking a deer trail,
until it warmed up enough to start the snow melting off the trees.
The woods were noisy and wet and it was quite light when I decided we should move
about.

I knew where there was a rabbit so we set off to find it.
About 100 yards from our blind I noticed a large patch of yellow snow and said
we should investigate.

He advised that he knew what yellow snow was.

Turns out, it was where a coyote and a deer were having a set to. A handful of flesh was hanging from a small fir tree. The noisy dripping woods had made the perfect cover for an attack.

Trailing the deer told us that we had interrupted the struggle as the deer ran down the trail
we had been watching. The trail had no fresh tracks in it when we left it...no bloody ones
either.

We followed it to a thicket and I suggested we break for lunch.
The deer seemed to be traveling at a good pace and I wanted to give it a chance to lie down.

After lunch, Garret was anxious to get back on the trail. I heard it go this time and it wasn't about to stick around and thank it's rescuers.

It had been standing and bleeding as the coyote waited nearby.

Nature Isn't always pretty

The yellow snow I saw at first was fluid from the abdomen and the flesh was from the area where the hind leg meets the abdomen.

I went back in Sunday but was unable to locate a kill site.