I'll admit it took a while for me to see them too. As a youngster, hunting close to dear old Dad was the norm. I recall many a rifle hunt with the "there... do you see him?" remark was tossed my way. I laugh now, thinking of how hard I strained to make the buck out among the wooded backdrop. Only when the deer was about to bond off would he take my shoulder and puppet-master an anxious youngster into seeing what he saw. Thanks for the memories.