You're out West, bowhunting mulies in the prairie lands. You've always heard it's a "glass and stalk" kinda thing out here. But today it is glass and walk. Up and down and up and down, those endless rolling hills of sage brush and prairie grass. From appearances there is no place to hide, everything is too short, no trees in sight. A craggy ravine holds promise and you wind through it for several hundred yards. No luck. So you climb up the steep, rocky, sandy sides and have a look around.
Can you find the deer? (How many are there?)
Picture taken by Robert Hoague.