As we lowered out bows, the THREE, remember, this is also a story of THREES, move right into a stand of canes.
No, they weren't spooked.....just still moving and all caught up in the festivities.
We continued to try and move in as they moved away, and when they came back, they stopped a bit short and went back the other way only to return.
Finally, both groups made their way deeper into the bottom. Neither group ever knew we were there.....and maybe that was a good thing....who knows. But I can tell you one thing, it would have really been something to have taken just one out of either group....and it almost happened.
What a night to remember that was......and you betcha I'm going to try to experience that again even though the chances are probably rare.