I know my photographic skills are awe inspiring. Hey it was dark. I ran back to the house, up over the stairs, breathlessly saying something about a deer, horns, in the back field. I grabbed my camera. Husband grabbed not a camera but an implement of destruction. At this point I paused and kicked myself for sharing. Don't get me wrong, I am not an anti-hunter. But I had already named this deer and he was my friend and his name is Harold. I didn't want him to get dead. So as all supportive wives do, I started shouting, "RUN Harold!, RUN!" I was told later this was ridiculous.
But Harold ran my friends, Harold ran. Good ol' Harold.