He was a six-pointer at least and was very healthy. I was startled upon seeing him. The last buck I had known to inhabit these parts, had been mowed down by some mindless jackhole in an SUV, as he/she was talking on his/her cell phone. The strike had occurred right at the entrance to the Deer Alley section of the Parkway, just as the road leads from the overpass that crosses the 174. Without a buck, I figured the herd's existence was in jeopardy and that perhaps they would wander off to another territory.
It was a very, very pleasant surprise and a great way to start off a Tuesday.