D and I were startled on the hill during one of our many hikes years ago. First there was rustling, then some bleating. A small, spotted fawn came bounding up toward us through the tall grass and immediately froze. It didn't expect to find us. Maybe he was looking for his mother? Not far behind we heard more noise suggesting a second little guy. They disappeared as quickly as they appeared. We were thrilled with the surprise introduction.
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The next season we spotted two again, grazing quietly up on the hill while the sun silently set. Their antler's proudly displayed four points for each young buck. They looked identical. Could they be the same two we had unexpectedly met a year or so before? We would like to think so.
That is how we named Twin Buck Hill.
Our family knew the story but Charlie and the guys didn't which is why it was so incredible when we saw these posts being peeled and perfectly placed on the front deck for all to see...
Charlie called them the twins.
Coincidence? Divine intervention? Dumb luck?
Charlie said it was his angels and you know what...I believe him!
(right twin)
(left twin)
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(right twin)
(left twin)
