October 30, 2013 was a perfect day for an afternoon hunt in the rugged Southern California chaparral country; not too hot, not too cold, with light winds and clear skies. My friend Darryl, (AKA “Lungpopper”) and I (“Bear Tracks”) headed out at an easy pace, to cover a half mile, to get to the spot where we first stopped to glass. A quick scan revealed nothing, so we worked our way straight up the mountain, nearly half a mile, to a bench where Lungpopper spotted three deer above us. There stood two does and one deer, which we couldn’t identify, about 200 yards away. They moved off slowly, so we moved away so not to disturb them with hopes to get a better look later. After only a few short minutes, we saw three more does to our right. We continued to move slowly about a quarter-mile to a new location where we saw a small buck below us. As we stood watching him, two more does moved out from under some oak trees and began watching us. Lungpopper suggested we should work our way back up to where we had seen the first deer.