10/13/17 I saw her before I heard her.  She walked down the same trail I walked in on, head down, nosing the line of Evercalm I left with my boot lugs.  I was about 30’ up and 25 yards out, a hemlock between us, when she veered to my right, off the trail and tacked for a group of beech saplings growing beneath some oaks.  Last year’s doe came in on the same type of day, same wind, similar temperature.  She had veered to my left, though.   Snap.  She stepped on a twig, paused, looked ar
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