Soon, like a deer, I saw movement through the trees, perhaps 125 yards away. In my binocular this turned into the head of a doe, chewing snowy leaves. (In damp weather, fallen leaves ferment slightly, and deer like to eat them.) I stood and watched, and another doe and three fawns moved up behind the first. They fed up the hill, and as I watched, another deer wove through the trees beyond them -- a 4x4 buck. I caught one good look before losing him in the trees again. At this time of year he'd follow the does. I started following them, too, slightly faster than they moved, taking a few steps toward an aspen, then slowly leaning my head from behind its trunk to observe. After several minutes, I saw the buck moving behind a forked aspen. I raised my .30/06, the crosshairs found his chest, and the rifle went off.