We parked the car and trek-ed back too a spot about 3/4 of a mile square of steep hills covered in oak trees.
Michael made sure to educate me on the best way to navigate the terrain.
A short while later we were at the top of Coyote Ridge, a name I gave it 2 years ago. All along the south side are several old dens.
I told Mike that we would stop and eat a snack and watch for deer.
He was the first to spot 3 headed our way and made a loud enough shout to let me know.
I had taken this pic just before.
I snapped a quick pic as they were running off
I hunt this spot in the second week of rifle season. Way to busy the first week, to close to the trail.
I like to go farther in.
View from my ground blind. Dose not get much use when there is snow on the ground though. I spend that time tracking.
Last but not least Mike and his trees. The beagle was with us but to caught up in chasing the tree rats.
Oh, that enthusiasm! 
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