I worked my way along the trail, trying to be as quiet as possible, as well as moving slowly and calling every 100 yards or so. Eventually a squirrel's barking echoed my own. I decided to slip in close enough for a shot, which involved crawling up a steep bank next to the trail. Calling and easing along, I got as close as I dared. I was getting answers, which told me that the squirrel had not seen me yet. After some anxious minutes passed, I caught a glimpse of the bushytail. At that moment, however, two more squirrels joined the chorus.