Around 8 years old following Gramps in the woods, I saw a big hand ease back towards me motioning me tight to his side, he laid a bent arm, the bottom of his right forearm on top of my right shoulder, I followed the long arm to a pointed finger, a little buck was standing there about 50 yards out, we stood in place and watched that motionless buck for what seemed like an eternity, probably only 3-4 minutes, the buck turned around and headed back the way he came, I ask Gramps why that buck stood for so long without moving, "that buck has all day to stay alive stoney, he'll make the time"
I never forgot that.
