Standing....

watching the mist roll back and listening to the roar of the stags was a great experience. There were four distinct herds, each with a dominant roaring male and assorted hinds.
Coming down, stopped for a blether with a keeper at the larder, where he was butchering two stags they had culled yesterday. He said at one location there was a stag standing and twenty young ones lying around. He had never seen that before.