The only trouble is that STAFF saw them, too, and clicked me into my most hated harness.
Try as I might I could not think of a way to get there. Ah, sometimes you just have to face up to disappointment and hope that there'll be a day when you can be quicker than STAFF and get yourself a nice bit of venison.... Hope springs eternal!
Of course, had I been eating venison I would not have needed to argue with an aggressive pitbull. So, I'd say STAFF made the wrong call there on so many fronts.