John waited for a half hour and, when nothing happened,he decided to follow their trail. He knew where the buckentered the woods, but he did not see where the doe andfawns left the orchard; they had just faded away. He saw thedisturbed leaves where the buck had moved along; a brokenspider web and other leaf disturbances established the direc-tion the buck had taken. There was a small marsh a littlefarther on; there he found tracks filled with muddy water.He knew he was on the right trail. The wind was still in hisfavor and he followed on, using all the caution and trailingtechnique that he had ever learned. He kept his eyes focusedwell ahead. He did not look for a whole deer; rather he waslooking for a patch of gray that did not exactly fit the bushes,or a light colored fringe under another bush. He was watchingfor these things rather close to the ground. He kept his mindstrictly on looking for deer, not wandering around on otherthings. He watched for the shaking of a bush or an un-natural movement. He listened intentlv for any sound that