We spent Friday in more typical whitetail country, glassing the pine-studded ridges and pushing the coulees near Kyle. Altogether we saw probably less than 20 deer, 6 or 7 of which were mature bucks. Of those, four were locked up with lone does, bedded in thick cover. Early in the afternoon, Brave Bird bumped a buck from its hide, but the buck didn't move far, bedding right back down in the same patch of buckbrush. Only after we jumped the buck while moving in for a shot did the unseen doe stand and run.