Later that day, we hiked back to camp after dinner and found that we had some time to head down stream to hit a few small holes. I fished down further than my brother. I reached a nice cut and started casting. I took two or three casts with no rises. All of a sudden there was, or what seemed like, an explosion in front of me! "Holy sh*t!" I yelled as a fawn sprints away up the mountain side. It was asleep in the grass only inches away from my foot and I had no idea. Apparently neither did it. I could have reached down and touched it if I wanted. Again, absolutely ridiculous.
More pictures to come!
Here are some pictures and a link to a video. I made it with some video clips my brother and I took of one another. It also has some pictures in there as well. Check it out HERE!