Raised for a good portion of my life in the big city, (not by choice but by circumstance)I loved what some call the art of tracking. Growing up I could tell by the footprints who's dog or cat was crapping in our yard. Maybe tracking isn't so much an art but a skill. That said, I do miss it a lot. (Thus the tracking the neighbourhoods canines when younger.) And yes, blasted_saber 100 years ago it wasn't an art but a way of living and a means of survival. Unlike today where someone else does the killing and "processing" for you so you can scoot down to the grocers and get that pound of ground beef and feel you're doing your part to save the environment. Thats a subject for another day though...