Wife and I took off to the lease for a day of messing around and shed hunting. We looked for quite a while without any luck. We moved to my bow stand and took off separate directions. I wasn't really watching where I was going and walked into this before I noticed it. (notice the eyes) My .17 was back in the ranger so I yelled for her to go get the Ranger and come over to me. A little one. And some more. another little one. I am positive there is more in this den, and we are going back next weekend to find them, but this is what we ended up with. Moral of the story is wear your snake boots and watch where you are going (even in short grass).