When in the woods, patience in priceless
The doe froze, legs slightly splayed after coming to an abrupt halt not 15 yards to my right.
Dry oak leaves scuttled past, carried by a light west wind.
She stared at me. I stared back. Neither of us daring to make the first move.
"Just take a step," I thought, scrunching my brow and using my best Jedi mind trick. "Ignore the man in the blaze orange jacket. There is no hunter here."
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