This post reminds me of a good story about people having and not having the knack for spotting game. In my youth days of air rifle hunting for squirrels in Michigan, two buddies, one a hunter like me and one not so sharp. We were on a trail heading out of the woods when I spotted a big fox squirrel looking down at us from a limb about 30 feet up a tree, almost directly above us. I fired a quick shot and the squirrel fell. Turned out, my hunter buddy also shot. The squirrel had two pellet holes in its head about 1/2 inch apart. The non-hunter buddy never saw it until it hit him on the shoulder.

My wife frustrates me also by not seeing game I point out to her.

Jeff