One day I was gutting a couple deer during an intense snowfall. Everyone was standing around watching and talking. Dad suggested we should at least have a gun ready instead of leaning on a tree twenty feet away. He walked a few yards away to watch in one direction while a doe came piling down the hill we;d just covered sliding and kicking up rooster tails in a hurricane of deer-powered snow. We just watched her blaze right by us with our mouths hanging open. All of us standing around, stupid as a pail of hammers, with Dad walking back asking about the brand new trail crossing behind me.