A Foraging Buck

A favorite deer-watching site is the edge of a woodland thicket near the junction of cultivated fields of corn, oats and hay. On a good evening, my first sighting and rush of adrenaline is velvet-covered branches moving through the oats. When it happens before sunset, the contrast is startling and the scene surreal.  When the animal is a large, mature buck, I’m a very happy photographer!





Photos by NB Hunter (August 4, 2018). © All rights reserved.

Farm Fields and Wildlife

An unusually warm and sunny September has lured me to local farms to watch and photograph wildlife. I have to share a few of the highlights from recent trips.

Sulphur butterfly on Teasel


Young buck, blinded by the late afternoon sun, relying instead on his nose and ears to evaluate my presence.


The difference between an adolescent, yearling buck and a mature, 4 1/2-year-old breeder can’t be fully appreciated until they’re seen in the same frame!


An adult doe and her fawn. The first of several deer hunting seasons opens on October 1 and the fawns will have lost most/all of their spots by then.


Three white-tail secrets for beating the survival odds:

1 — stay in the shadows


2—never let your guard down


3—-and, when all else fails, run like the wind!


A hen turkey and her small flock of youngsters foraging on seeds and insects. They have incredible eyesight but lack a deer’s curiosity and tolerance of humans; in other words, they’re unapproachable! This mother hen knew something wasn’t right, but chose not to sound the alarm and run…totally out of character!


“If we can teach people about wildlife, they will be touched. Share my wildlife with me. Because humans want to save things that they love.”   – Steve Irwin

September sunset


Photos by NB Hunter. © All Rights Reserved.





Mature White-tail Bucks

Deer are plentiful, a serious nuisance in many suburbs. However, mature bucks in their prime are uncommon and tend to be nocturnal. They are my new project. Following a lead on  sightings of a 4 to 5 year-old trophy, I investigated his territory last night to explore my options. I spooked does on my way in and was snorted at by a doe 10 meters behind me while hiding in the goldenrods.

I saw no antlered bucks and decided to capture the sunset before leaving.


While reaching for my gear I saw movement in the dim light, apparently a deer at the edge of the hay field, about 150 meters away. It was the big guy!


His antlers were surprisingly free of velvet and will now be polished in advance of the November rut.



From my point of view, there’s much work to be done. Game on!

Photos by NB Hunter. © All Rights Reserved.