We spent a peaceful weekend fishing near Deer Lake and exploring the surrounding trails.

Last summer I kayaked around Deer Island, one of several islands with that name scattered along the coast.

At dawn, a herd of ravine deer cautiously crossed the dry streambed.

The old hunter told stories of a solitary moose deer that wandered the highlands at dusk.

During the autumn hike, I found several deer keds clinging to a fawn's fur.

We had to swat several deer flies while hiking through the marsh.

Her teal deer explanation made the meeting drag on for hours.

While hiking at dusk, I glimpsed a water deer step out of the reeds, its small, fanged face more reminiscent of a musk deer than a true deer.

During the early morning, a group of hog deers grazed quietly along the riverbank.

During the migration, the wetlands were alive with kill-deers calling to one another.