The View From A Farr
Mike wasn’t doing anything unusual. He was just standing out in the middle of a field one early morning, minding his own business, not hurting anybody. I was surprised to see him out there at all. But I was even more surprised he didn’t hear me, or smell me, or do whatever deer do to alert themselves of imminent danger.
Of course, I didn’t know his name was Mike at the time. Tha...