I found my own mangled autumn olive bush while hiking today. Though it was exciting to consider - for a brief moment - that it was the work of a bear, the damage was far less severe. Even more telling, there wasn't a single berry anywhere around. Once I noticed two huge scrapes nearby (both beneath overhanging branches) and the dogs sniffed out the easily-identifiable scat, I figured that the white-tailed deer rut must be starting.
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