One riddle solved. But why did so many dawn kills happen on this high east face? Midday and later, we took deer all around the hill. In a fit of logic, we started squaring where we saw deer with the time of day and weather conditions. On hot afternoons, bucks sneaked around to shaded north sides. Arctic fronts pushed them onto the south slopes. But on October’s opening mornings, the frost yielded first on the sunrise side of rocks, and the old bucks we sought warmed themselves there. Routinely killing them was simply a matter of understanding where their instincts would lead them.