On Thanksgiving Day, I staked out a game trail that might as well be called “the Coyote Highway.”
Lots of wildlife use this trail between productive oak trees and pasture land.
I saw three deer– all does.
One came within 30 feet of me and never acted like she knew of my presence.
I also had a gray squirrel nearly run across my lap.
He was unusually bold.
I first noticed him half-way up an oak tree that was no more than five feet away.
He hung himself on the trunk and nibbled away at an acorn for about ten minutes.
Then he bolted down and ran within 18 inches of where I was sitting.
He then stopped, looked me over, flickered his tail, and then moved on his way.
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The animals seem to know you and your habits very well ! That was a nice piece.