On a cool October morning, I set up in the forest before sunrise in the hopes of capturing some photos of a local herd of deer I had been tracking for weeks. This particular buck appeared just after sunrise, slowly walking through the timber. As I sat under my ground cover, he rounded a large oak tree and stared in my direction. I expected him to flee, but instead he slowly started walking towards me, head held low. I nearly didn't press the shutter on my camera because of how amazed I was at the sight of him. We locked eyes for a moment, I started rattling off photographs, and as quickly as he had arrived - he was gone, leaping through the ticket with his white tail in the air.
