I climbed a Whiteoak tree near a creek one morning before daylight on a foggy morning and kept feeling drops of rain or dripping fog on me. I kept smelling something unususal everytime the wind swirled around me, but couldn't figure out what it was. As the dawn broke I looked up as another round of the moisture droplets bounced off the brim of my hat and noticed the two huddled figures in a limb fork 15 feet above me. Two racoons were providing me with a golden shower and free cover scent.
