It the old days, I feel I shed my antlers, seasonally, or sometimes in a violent battle, but more or less on pattern. I'm not sure that the actual act was ever caught on camera, I'd have to do some thinking, digging around, make some old phone calls. These days, the all or nothing days, seems I'm shedding antlers like they're going out of style, it feels like once a week. Rarely is the conversational heat such that I close the eyes and shake the head as in the old days, with a vehemence that someone in the third tier gets impaled. But, also, the reaction is still very much the same. It can take months to build up your bones denisity here last for years, other times, the felt doesn't even get dewy or the spikes sharped, what is in front of you needs to be skewered, you can be locked in a death battle, there's footage and I've ran across dead adversaries, horns locked. Tried to free one way back with a friend, who knows how long that victory took or what it tasted like, through considerable effort managed to unlock the situation. They were fairly young, but the exhaustion and whatever the time period it lasted. The victor made partway through the woods and had to be put down.