As the sun set, I decided to see if any bucks had joined the herd on the wheat field. At first glance, it was the same does as before, but one deer had something hanging from its head. I had seen this deer from a long distance the week before, but couldn't figure out what was going on with its snout. My first thought was maybe it had some baling wire or something wrapped around its head. I strained my eyes in the fading light. It was a buck with an antler, no two antlers, drooping forward, like something from a nuclear age circus sideshow.