Art Eatman
Moderator In Memoriam
I've always liked sneaky-snaking around in the brush, getting up close and personal with Bambi. Doesn't mean I won't take a longish shot, but I have my "druthers".
The closest I ever got was when I eased up on a buck. Wet day, drizzle, wet leaves, quiet walking. Hit him in the butt with a pebble from maybe ten feet. My raucous laughter was probably quite upsetting to him.
The closest I ever got was when I eased up on a buck. Wet day, drizzle, wet leaves, quiet walking. Hit him in the butt with a pebble from maybe ten feet. My raucous laughter was probably quite upsetting to him.