Some experience seems to help with that slowness and deliberate silence. My eyes pick up more sign now, recognizing things that I had passed over a couple of years ago. Clues and bits start to click together, but it all happens when I get out there.
I love all the encounters, whether I can take a shot or not, or whether it's a deer or the chipmunk that came within a third of a meter or so, to figure out what the heck this thing in all the scrub was...