An outdoor magazine had a picture of two huge, beautiful trophy mule deer that had died horrible deaths. The deer were powerful, majestic animals—the kind every hunter dreams about. In spite of their enormous size, tremendous strength and mystifying speed they died miserably. The two deer had gotten into a fight, locked horns and could not get free. They died after a long miserable struggle.
I’m finding a lot of people who have locked horns with someone and as a result, they are dying a slow, bitter, agonizing death.