Forest Encounter
Eyes of the Buck
by Casey Sisterson
July 21, 2024
by Casey Sisterson
July 21, 2024
Forest shadows cast,
Young buck stands, antlers in fuzz—
t was one of those blistering hot summer days when the air hung heavy and even the insects seemed to move in slow motion. I decided to head into the woods with my camera, hoping to find some shade and maybe spot some wildlife. The forest always felt like a sanctuary, a place where time slowed down and the hustle of everyday life faded away.
As I walked along the narrow path, with the sun filtering through the trees above, I saw a small clearing up ahead. I raised my camera, ready to capture any movement. To my surprise, standing in the middle of the clearing was a young buck. His antlers were small and covered in a fuzzy velvet that made them look almost soft. He was a beautiful creature, standing still as a statue, and his eyes locked onto mine the moment he noticed me.
I froze, not wanting to startle him. The heat of the day seemed to press down even harder in that instant, and I could feel a bead of sweat trickle down my temple. The buck and I stood there, staring at each other, both of us caught in a moment that felt timeless.
Slowly, I lifted my camera, careful not to make any sudden movements. Through the lens, I could see the details of his coat, the soft brown fur, the delicate velvet on his antlers, and the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. His eyes were dark and curious, studying me with an intensity that felt almost human.
We stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, just observing each other. There was a sense of mutual respect in that gaze, a silent understanding that we were both part of something larger. I clicked the shutter, capturing the moment, but the sound didn’t seem to bother him. He remained still, his ears twitching occasionally, but his eyes never left mine.
Finally, with a slow and graceful motion, the buck turned and walked back into the dense forest, disappearing into the shadows. I lowered my camera, feeling a sense of awe and gratitude wash over me. It was a fleeting encounter, but one that left a lasting impression.
I continued on my way, the path now feeling a bit cooler, the air a little lighter. That brief moment with the buck stayed with me, reminding me of the simple, profound connections we can share with nature if we just take the time to be still and observe.
As I walked back towards my vehicle, I couldn’t help but smile. It had been a good day, one filled with a sense of peace and wonder that I knew would stay with me long after the summer heat had faded.
![young-buck-forest-encounter A young buck with fuzzy, growing antlers stands in a sunlit forest clearing, staring intently.](https://casey.sisterson.ca/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/Jul.-21-2023-7-22-AM-Jul.-20-2024-10-46-AM-_DSC571081-1250-s1250-600-mm.jpg)