(Continued from Doormen for the Boy’s Only Thicket Club). How it is that nature has come to this intelligent display? The bucks fight in a show of strength that almost never comes to lasting harm and so that the generations of white-tails to come will cast their lots within the housing of increasingly superior DNA. And the family that is this species simply grows stronger. Evolutionary theorists tell us that the evidence suggests that nature strides forth in an upward direction only by necessity; only when environmental conditions force the necessary gains – the seeming dictates of survival. But what of this the annual waltz we call the Rut; to the victor goes the spoils – the right to breed and pass on the blueprints of his unique genetic history in a program complied in stepwise fashion over eons of Novembers. What is nature’s compulsion for this; what environmental stressor forces this? There seems to be no alternative necessity or underlying imperative than to reach higher for better and then still better. All this uniqueness drifts into the mix within a sweetness of wisdom like a virtual heaping helping of snow ice-cream and the collective entity that is the local deer herd improves (continued with Master of Thorny Realms).
D90, 200mm, 1/1250 sec, F/5.6, Gitzo Tripod, Wemberley Head, Great Smoky Mountain National Park, Cades Cove