When I was very young, I was bowhunting in a state forest and had come upon a place where obviously there had been a farm at one time. The foundation stones were still in place, there were bits and pieces of household items scattered in the leaves, and if you looked for them, you could see where a gardens rows had been plowed up, even under the leaves. I leaned against a tree, jut wondering what kind of stories there were to tell.
It was about dusty dark, the light in the woods was starting to fail as the sun started to set. Then suddenly behind me something snorted. Then snorted again...then started moving around me huffing and puffing like a steam engine. MY hair was standing straight up as I knocked an arrow.
Then, through a clearing in the underbrush, I saw a doe deer run buy, just huffing and puffing. I had heard of deer snorting, but had never actually HEARD it myself. I didn't quite pee on myself, but I'm sure I came pretty close.
