About 25 years ago, this little fellow had his mother killed. He was picked up by friends of mine and bottle raised. Later, he was released back into the wild.

For two years, every time I hiked in his area, he would come for his sandwich. Here he is asleep and about 10 feet from us in the photo. For the first year, he would crawl into your lap if you were on the ground. Later, he would sleep on or at your feet.

He remained about 300 yards from the road and simply would not get closer.