Feel like a jackass.

An older fawn crossed the road about ten feet in front of me last night. Looked like a drunk, the way it was swaying. It stared at me for what seemed like the longest time, but in reality couldn't've been for more than 15 seconds. I don't know if it was hurt or what, but it definitely didn't take the class on blending into your surroundings ;).
 
This is why fawns don't need ghillie suits. Now I just need to equip some with strap-on laser cannons and train them to be my evil army of the night. "Out into the night my pretties...go forth and do my bidding."
 
Troop, that little fawn must have scared the crap out of you for a couple of seconds. :D They sure are pretty, though, aren't they?

I remember Ewell Gibbons very well. I've still got a couple of his books around the house somewhere. I'll bet it was really interesting being one of his kids.
 
I remember a few years ago, walking in the woods with my brother. I heard the brush rustling like crazy off to my left, and stopped my brother as I turned to look. All I saw was the white on the backs of their tails. My first though was 'wolves'. We hardly ever get wolves in Jersey, but I'm a glass half-empty kind of fellow. Turned out it was a bunch of deer, probably about 100 yards away, give or take.

Couple years before that, I was retrieving a ball from a friend's yard when I heard this rumbling coming from my right. I turned and there must have been 20-30 whitetails, thundering across the road, through the yard and into the woods. The ground was shaking.
 
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