A couple of winters ago, I noticed a dead deer one morning out a couple hundred feet from shore, on the snow-covered ice. From the blood trail, it appeared to have suffered an attack by a predator (coyotes?) and perhaps pursued to where the carcass lay. I called F&G and was told to let nature take its course. Over the following days, other wildlife, most often birds, picked away at the remains. A couple of times I saw an eagle going to work on it, with many other birds waiting for their turn, unwilling to challenge the big guy. The carcass kept shrinking, down to very little left. I guess the bones sank when the ice went out. Nature wastes nothing.
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