an excellent story about intuition:

my brother, one of the more interesting people I've ever met, chose to become a hunting guide in lieu of going immediately from high school to college. as such, he has a fair amount of frontier knowledge; if the apocalypse should come, I will feel very safe having him around to teach me about living off the land.

not to imply that he is either bloodless or bloody: he loves the outdoors, the peace and quiet of solitude. as such, he made a trip to our cabin in oregon recently, in order to spend some time alone and make an attempt at two new goals. They were:

1. shoot a deer with a bow and arrow
2. shoot a bear

a week ago, approximately, he shot said deer using the desired method. he then sskinned the deer and set the hide out on the porch to dry (or what have you.)

the next day, it was gone.

his initial assumption was that a bear had eaten it, and as such he woke up early the next morning to lay in wait for this bear and avenge himself, and realize the trip's ambitions all in one blow. indeed, in the early light a big bear came ambling up and he, davy crockett that he is, shot it.

now, wanting to save at least this pelt for a bear-skin rug (which I will be begging him to give to me for years to come), he carefully skinned and cleaned the bear. and, lo and behold, inside it's stomach he found the hide of his deer!