The sage flats that melted into the mountain mahogany hillsides were just as I remembered them. Thick, nasty and impossible to penetrate unless you found a deer trail to walk on. It took all of 45 minutes to rip a hole in my puffy coat as we made it to our first glassing position. There was no lack of deer in the area - that was obvious from the first moment I pressed the eye cups of my binoculars to my face. Light faded, and the sky turned pink and orange just before darkness fell upon us, tomorrow was going to be a good day.