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I arrived safely at the ranch in Coke County north of San Angelo last week, exhausted from all the packing, loading the truck and drive from Houston. But soon as I stepped out of the truck's cab, I breathed in a large breath of west Texas air that extinguished my fatigue.
Although I still have stacks of boxes all around and my studio is a disaster, the boxes and organization will have to wait so I can ramp up The Texana Review again.
Yesterday, after working through several of my files, I stepped into the kitchen for a beverage. I glanced out the window and, lo and behold, there were a couple of whitetail bucks sizing each other up. I know the rutting season is just about to begin, so I watched as these two circled one another, then started sparring.
I leapt to the box where I thought my video camera was and sure enough found it. Here's what I watched through my kitchen window from about 40 yards.