Midday on a Pennsylvania mountainside. Hooves pass through jewel weed and sink in soggy ground.
People were walking my trail again. Smell them? We got prints, and someone took a spill, and there's some broken--
Hey, is that hamburgers? I keep telling those cows. Hop the fence, hop the fence, like this, but do they listen? No. They just stand there and chew cud. Dopes.
Oh, nice. Those were blackberries? Thanks bears. I'll be sure to pelletize YOUR trail. Disgusting.
I smell something.
Maybe it's that--
Dang, they got me again. Gotta love the head tilted and the big ole' doe eyes. Ridiculous. I AM a doe, but that's so cliche. I'm going down by the river. At least I'll be able to--
The deer perks and listens. It bounds off.
A truck on the logging road bounces slowly down the mountain.
(Stealthcam I230IR trail camera, Wayne County, Pennsylvania.)