You top the long, steep hill and sit down in the rocks to rest. Aha, there's greenery in the distance, as in trees. Out come the binoculars. Slowly you look over what you can see of them. No deer are moving that you can see. It's time for a break, off comes your backpack and out comes your lunch, sandwiches and a Mars bar. The sanwiches are about as good as smashed ham and cheese can be. Then you do in the Mars bar. Next you're wishing you had brought another Mars bar. Suddenly you realize you are not alone.
Can you find the deer? (How many are there?)
Picture taken by Robert Hoague.