The air was still as I sat next to a golden field well before sunrise. I had arrived at my scouted location early that morning in the hopes of catching some whitetail as the sun rose. Just as the golden hour came to its peak, a lone doe strode out cautiously in the golden fields. She smells the crisp morning air while taking measured steps across the waving grass, her ears alert for threats. As I started taking photographs, she froze in place frantically searching for the source of the sound. I'm not sure if she ever really spotted me, but nevertheless she made her way to safer pastures shortly after.
