Autumn Scene, Tourmakeady, Co. Mayo, Ireland (and a story)

Tales (or is it tails) of woe. Spotted what I thought would be a composition as I drove down what serves as a major highway in this part of the world, so I pulled off into a boreen to grab my shot. Up the boreen, I spotted a deer -- a young buck, in fact, who stood, staring at me. He tried to run, but one leg was fouled in a downed wire fence. Should I try and rescue the fellow? Maybe there was a farmer farther up who could help... so I throttled the car past our trapped friend, and observed a sign: "Tourmakeady Gun Club". Oh boy... they'll be wanting to put a bullet right between Bambi's newly sprouting horns... Horns that were the perfect size to gouge my heart out, should he so choose. But, hell, I've got to see if I can untangle him somehow, right? So I park and cautiously approach, and he's not having it... flailing wildly about, trying to escape from me... he bolts away, trips himself in the wire, flips backward end over end, and clunks his head on the road with a sound akin to a ripe watermelon. But, his acrobatics somehow set him free, and in a flash he was gone, without so much as a thank you to your man Fergal. Nothing to do now but go back to the car, and this image was taken where I'd parked up. Great light, a rusty gate, and the farmer's friend, the ever adaptable wooden pallet. Perfect. And the big bonus, my chest was still intact. As for the composition that started it all? Turned out to have been unsuitable. So it goes.

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