Much like Hillary's chances, this deer was dead, smelled like ass, and was covered with flies.
Found it on a bike ride--my theory based on the damage I saw and other clues is that it was clipped by a car on Wurzbach Road, breaking a hind leg and it's pelvis.
Poor thing had enough adrenaline and guts to make it a hundred feet into the field and then lay down to die.
I was just starting to get sad when the smell hit me, and that was the end of that.
Checked on it today (a week later) and there's nothing but fur, bones and the 8-point rack.
Dust to dust.