One day last week we went out on a typical short patrol on the snowmachine trail. Right at the beginning, at bridge bravo, my radar man picked up movement to our right. I did not see anything at first. Then there was movement. A youngish racoon, a teenager? went up to keep away from us.
He ended up sort of hanging there, like this was his first time for evasive maneuvers and he had not figured out the correct positioning.
We left him there.
Then a few minutes later as we approached the beaver bog, I caught a shape out of place. We were being surveyed.
And finally, we caught a bunch of turkeys in the far field about thirty minutes later. This was a tricky shot where I had a small section of forest between us and the field. The turkeys had figured out we were approaching, so they were just about to bug out when I got set up for the shot.
We were sitting on the side deck the other afternoon and I heard a slap; an odd sound that turned out to be a large piece of bark being ripped off a tree by this guy. After making the noise, he went to the birch tree shown here and I got a nice picture of him after grabbing my camera. Then he moved to an extremely rotted stump ten feet away. 