Moving with grace and deftness like a ghost passing between worlds a white Buck appears through the stands and stops in its tracks with our approach. Motionless he stares across at us as we stare back at him, he gauging our intensions and our level of threat, whilst we in wonder at such a beautiful and magnificent beast. Time stands still, until after several minuets I decided I'd try for a better shot, and the moment I moved he was off, disappearing amongst the mess of fallen boughs and fading autumn bracken. Although more common than they used to be, I always feel blessed to have seen one of the forests white deer population, particularly a fine antlered stag such as this fellow.
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