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This is Harold. Harold stalks the forests at the back of the farm waiting for me to come by so he can follow me around close enough that I trip over him. He defends his territory by running noisily through the brush beside me and ripping leaves off of bushes. When I sit on the ground he just stands several inches away growling at me and circling. I've caught him many times now and he continues his stalking after I let him go. It's been eight years now and Harold still comes to visit.
You don't find Harold, Harold finds you.

Update: It's been a year now with no visits from my little buddy. He would have been at least nine the last time I saw him. His memory will forever live in the forest.