This stag has been wallowing when it wasn’t tending its harem. As I wait for Tuco and his pickup to take apart the stag, I catch movement in my periphery. It’s a small gray fox, and it sniffs the wind ...

A stag stands tall in the golden meadow, its call breaking the silence of the forest. This powerful moment reveals the raw grace and dominance of wildlife in its natural rhythm.

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