Looks like we get the hole to ourselves, I whisper to my dog

The alarming chirp of the resident eagle warning the rest of the natural world that I have arrived.

The anticipating whines of my lab waiting for the action to begin.

The theatrical antics of a killdeer protecting her precious young from the likes of me and my dogs.

The innoscent bleat of young elk calfs trying to keep in touch with mom as I interupt the daily rituals of the local elk herds.

The wonderfull song of the birds on a spring morning,letting me know its time to get up.

The hard slap of beaver tail,letting me know who really belongs there.

The whistles of a river otter family playing on the river bank,or are they laughing at my pittifull attempts at fishing?

The crackle of warm fire at the end of a wet day fishing in the olympic mt.

The pop of a beer can after succeeding in getting that fire going.