BORN IN THE USA PART 2

Where I was positioned, a small spur had begun to narrow in front of me, diving down into a small creek. I faced looking down the spur, just at the edge of where the spur started to broaden out. At my back was a very gradual face that a creek meandered along the foot of. This face had a natural transition line of manuka meeting mature native, which followed the creek as it went.

At the head of this small catchment was a cluster of scrapes from a Whitetail buck. As I went about finding his sign, I would mark each scrape and rub. This began to draw a picture.

I had a game camera photo of him at the cluster zone, but only in the dark. I had sat at the cluster zone on daylight with just a