I flushed this sucker out of the bushes a few days ago when stomping through the brush. He trotted out into a small clearing and up onto a low rise in the land, where he then sat and watched me watch him for about ten minutes. As I approached, out of sight behind bushes and trees in an end around sort of play trying to come up behind him, he slunk into the brush and disappeared. He was clearly confident in his ability to give me the slip at any time and showed little sign of concern about my presence.


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Hey Jack: Just like the Gaviota Caves, where were you, or are these your “trade secrets”? Steve
Congratulations on capturing these great shots of a very elusive resident of our area.