I lived in rural Oklahoma now for about 13 years and I've loved every minute of it.

It's a beautiful country. From 2012 to 2015, I lived in an area with long creeks and high cliffs,

where I assume there must have been a lot of caves.

The first day that my father and I moved into our house, we were greeted by Ferdinand.

He was a gorgeous big black hound dog who had been living there by himself for a year.

Since he seemed so healthy and well-fed, we asked the neighbors if they'd been

feeding him and taking care of him, but they said they hadn't. So we figured Ferdinand must be a good

hunter and was staying fit on a diet of rabbits and other small game. We went about doing our

renovating, and we eventually moved into the house and Ferdinand

hung out and kept watch over our activities. Two days after we finally got moved in, my son got up to

go to work and discovered the front half of a baby deer that looked to be no more than two weeks

old lying in the driveway.

Now we're country people and we understand the animals in the area and how the different

predators act. So we went through the various scenarios trying to figure out what predator

would have done this to this fawn. It couldn't have been a big cat because

they usually eat part of their prey and take it somewhere off and up a tree. They go for the back

of the neck and they leave claw marks. Plus there would have been a gut trail. But there were

no claw marks and no gut trail. There were no bite marks, no

paw prints, and no drag marks. This deer looked like it had been ripped in half, disemboweled,

and thrown into our yard 40 or 50 feet from the road. It was 5 a.m. when my son discovered the

fawn, and he came straight back inside and told me about it, and we went out to inspect it.

My dogs came with me, but they wanted nothing to do with the carcass. They wouldn't touch it or even go near it.

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