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@itsagas Bill - I remember as a kid back on the farm standing with my Dad counting a hard of deer that was crossing the road by the treeline south of our house. 2 huge stags stood on either side of the road as the younger & small bucks, does & fawns crossed. It was almost as if they were daring any vehicles to interrupt the crossing. If I remember correct, Dad stopped counting at 50 & they were still coming. We had huge herds roaming the fields & woods in those days.