Several years ago I was sitting on an open ridge leaning up against a tree with a game trail about 10' below me. I am sitting there glassing the ridge across the canyon and put my binos down only to see a full curl sheep standing about 20' away on the trail. He looks at me and I am looking at him and then he just walks by me like I was not even there.

Writing from the gateway to the great BluMtns in southeastern Washington.

Just remember, "You are the trailer park and I am the tornado". Beth Dutton, Yellowstone.