Wow...memories of childhood came flooding back after reading this thread. I remember stalking behind my dad, following him footstep for footstep. Him stopping and scanning and then showing me where to look. Then, when I was old enough, I'd hunt from a stand and he would stalk, trying to push deer my way. My dad is alot older now but I think I might ask him to go with me this year and put him in a stand and try to push one his way, just to return the favor!