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Dateline: Viroqua, Wisconsin. So there's this deer. Not a particularly clever deer, as it turns out -- a seven-point, 180-pound buck, fully in season, insanely territorial, bouncing around until it comes across an elk in someone's backyard that's giving him absolutely none of the deference or respect the deer thinks he deserves. The elk's not even acknowledging his existence, and...well, I don't think it's going out on a limb to imagine that the buck gets nine kinds of pissed off, and I guess he takes the silent treatment as the ultimate challenge.

The other end of the story is the gentleman who wakes up and finds his 640-pound concrete elk statue tipped over, antlers broken from the fall. And a dead deer 20 feet away. Know thy enemy, Bambi.

(Note: link has a picture of the assaulted sculpture and the suicidal venison in the distance; might not want to visit it if you're squeamish about natural selection in action. Me, I like critters, and I'm not about gratuitous gore, and this doesn't cross my threshold.)