The little turds got to my lunch before I could make it back to pick it up.....

bro! I'd sizzled a.270 cal. Sierra gameking projo thru the ribs of a buck deer as it was running up the bench slope of a tree lined dry wash& I knew it was a 'connection' as it flinched & grabbed an extra gear,,, MAN! I ran ever widening concentric search circles for about two hours& found nothing,,,
22 hours later I'm in the exact same A.O. & there's about 150 crows/ ravens circling overhead& cawing a couple hundred yards up that very same left side bench of that dry wash,,,
SHEESE!
if I would've circled maybe 2 more search loops the day before , I could've
slapped that tag, but, those crows had stripped/ defleshed that buck deer to where it looked like a mighty man of strength had grabbed that deer by the back of the neck& dipped it into a vat of industrial strength acid, cuz' other from the
( envisioned)hand grasp up, which didn't have as much as a piss ant,hell! it's eyes were barely starting blue shading& It's tounge was still skinned out lolling outta' it's mouth,,,
there wasn't a1/2 pound of meat nor hide that remained attached to it's still articulated skeleton,,,s.o.b.,,, I hate that, and it hurts bad in an inner way,ya know?
* I think a mountain lion gorged over it myself, but about 50 crows were all over it on the ground when I walked up on it
** bullet passed between it's left flank ribs& just clipped a toothpick sized sliver of rib bone exiting it's right side
