
Just when the strapping buck got just alittle too close, the doe took off...

They raced and zig-zagged trying to out-manuever eachother...

He started to gain speed on her...

She knew she couldn't outrun him...

So she aimed for the shortest trees...

She could easily run under the branches...

But he made ducking under those branches look easy as he stretched and ducked...

As he was passing her by, she put on the brakes and dove for cover over a hill...

She successfully got away this time, although he followed her over the hill, out of breathe. I don't know what might have happened over that hill, but he came back and gave me another shot...

Good luck next time, handsome fella!