It ain’t a deer, it ain’t a moose, and it sure as heck ain’t your imagination. It’s El Fantasma del Bosque—a shadow with antlers, slipping through the trees like a whisper on the wind.
Just about every city kiddo that dreamed of bein’ a cowboy when they grew up started with a trusty stick horse. Complete with obnoxious neighing that'd make mama bust out the middle name.