Some years ago, when my wife Carolyn and I lived in the woods in Virginia, we came home one day to find an adult male deer with full antler rack lying dead on the side of our driveway. I called every state and local authority I could think of, but the answer was always the same: If the carcass wasn’t on state or county land, it was my responsibility to dispose of it.
So I called my friend Hank who, in addition to being a physics teacher and musician, happens to be handy at all sorts of things, and together we attached a metal chain around the buck’s neck and dragged it off into the deep woods, where nature could take its course.
Why am I relating this?