Went hunting up behind the house. Probably got further back up the mountain than I ever have. Saw a little sign and no deer. Leaves still on the blueberry bushes and the devil’s club making it hard to see. When I got back in about as far as I went, I found an enormous spruce tree that looked like a good place to have a snack and blow the deer call, which I did. When I got up to leave, something coming directly at me startled me. Then I realized it was a very young porcupine, who simply waddled right by me, then to the tree, and then to the hole in the bottom of the tree- which I saw was his or her living quarters. Saw 2 hunters on the Treadwell trail on the way back down to the house. They’d seen nothing, either.