A craggy ravine holds promise and you wind through it for several hundred yards. So you climb up the steep, rocky, sandy sides and have a look around. It's been unseasonably rainy and the ground is covered with green grass and new growth. This afternoon is a quiet one, not much wind. For the um-teenth time you look around you.
Every gust seems to mask the sound of deer movement.
A lull finally comes and the wind stops briefly. After a couple of minutes you hear steps in the leaves. You take a quick look around and see nothing. You look again.