My host loaned me his compound, which more or less fit. Good, I thought, you're back in it. Still, shooting someone else's bow without making sure it hits where you're aiming is a dicey deal. And, now that I look back on it, a questionable one, too. Fortunately, I never had to worry about shooting it. I did have raccoon pass directly below me. It went another 20 yards, stood on its hind legs to sniff the wind, and returned the way it had come. I'd love to know what it smelled on that wind. Later, I made out two does and a fawn 95 yards away, partially obscured by brush. At one point, the does stood up and threatened each other with their front hooves but somehow worked it out. That was cool to see, although I have no idea what they were arguing over. Then, 10 minutes later, I turned my head away and when I looked back, a deer was bedded just 45 yards away, looking calmly in my general direction. I never cease to be amazed at how they appear and disappear without locomotion, like an animate mist. It stayed for half an hour, occasionally putting its head on the ground as if drowsy. Then, responding to some impulse known only to itself, it slowly stood and ambled away in the wrong direction.