I started the way most of us do, the easy way: walking the field edges, the power-line cuts, and farm paths, looking for deer tracks, droppings, and subtle trail openings there. That didn’t last long, though. I’ve never been much of a field hunter. I like to watch a deer move through the woods, weaving around the blowdowns, feeding on gum fruits, scratching an ear with a hind foot. Just being a deer. Often, there are long moments during which I don’t even know if I’m going to pull the trigger. Sometimes the moment just doesn’t feel right. What a pretty morning to be a wild deer in the woods. It’s your lucky day, old girl. I can wait. I rarely regret it.