On the 10th tee, I stood quietly waiting on a sunny warm February day. Golf carts whizzed by and I could hear the thwacking of golf balls. I paid little to no attention to the golfers as they came and went. I was completely focused on watching this heron stalking his prey. His hunting game was much more interesting to me. The intensity of the eyes, and there was a quivering in his throat as he made a guttural sound with each methodical and slow step towards the fish of his dreams.