I can remember my first rabbit, a gray buck I named Wiggles.

In larger stands this is an especially good way to cover all the bases; it's amazing how a gray buck moving through the black and white of tree trunks can blend in.

Then my red and yellow fletching disappears through the gray buck's side.

The outlines of blue, teal, yellow, orange and gray bucks, does and fawns are made out of bent metal piping, and stare unconcernedly as cars creep by.