Two side-by-side photos of matching deer-symbol tattoos, a green camouflage buck with the words Her Buck and a pink camouflage doe with the words His Doe, on skin.

Matching buck and doe camo tattoos

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The left panel shows a stylised buck silhouette filled with green camouflage pattern and outlined in black, with the script words Her Buck beneath it. The right panel shows a matching doe silhouette filled with pink and green camouflage pattern, outlined in black, with the script words His Doe beneath it. Both designs use bold black outlines with smooth colour fills and are presented as a paired two-panel photograph.

Deer Script Lettering

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Now sit yourself down, because the fence at Hollin Bottom has been mended by three different men since the business with the Pratt boys, and every one of them swore the wire was sound. Mind the post. That's where old Tam Ferrier stood the autumn the buck came down off the scar, and he has never let anyone forget it.

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The buck was green as a holly leaf, you understand. Not plain green, but dappled through with bracken and bramble, so that when he lowered his head among the ferns you could look straight at him and see nothing but hedge. Tam had walked that wood for forty years and never clapped eyes on him. What he did see, every dusk, was a doe at the edge of the foxgloves, pink as the inside of a cockle shell, and she was the only thing in the valley that could make a grown man forget his rifle.

So Tam went out with his gun and his stubbornness and his wife's sandwich tin, and he sat in the hide until his knees ached. The buck came first, a green shape folding out of the hedge like a thought. Tam raised the gun. Then the doe stepped out behind him, slow and rose-coloured, and looked at Tam as though he were the one dressed wrong for the occasion. The buck turned, and in that moment the two of them were one braided shape, green and pink tangled through the bramble, and Tam could not for the life of him tell which was which.

He lowered the rifle. Next spring the sign went up over the gate, painted by his granddaughter in two colours, and the Ferriers still say it backwards on purpose. Her buck, his doe. Tam never did say which of them he had caught. He only said the fence had been mended well.