Once I was standing at the edge of a clearing looking into the timber on the other side. I'd been perfectly still for five minutes when all of a sudden a grouse exploded out of the grass 10 yards in front of me. A split second later a big hawk dropped in but the grouse got away. Another time I was creeping through the timber first thing in the morning and saw a mulie fawn curled up under a tree. I got closer but it didn't move. It was dead, but still warm. I continued on down the game trail and ran right into its mama, coming the other way on the same trail, bleating for her fawn to get up.
