Buck Across The Weir

A mature eight-point wades through the shallows of an ancient fishing weir on the Dan River, morning mist rising off the water around him. He's mid-stride, legs churning through the current, head turned to check his backtrail before committing to the far bank. The trees along both banks blaze with autumn color—deep reds and burnt oranges reflecting off the water's surface. That soft golden light and river fog give the scene a dreamlike quality, a quiet moment on a crossing that's been used for thousands of years. Thick, impressionistic brushwork builds the mist and water with texture you can almost feel.