Rain was starting to wick through my wool jacket and dampen my long underwear. A giant low-pressure system was stalled over western Montana and the weather was wet! Constant drizzle during the past several days had kept deer activity high. In fact, the more it rained the more deer I saw. With all the movement, I knew it was just a matter of time before a brute of a buck would slip up and show himself.
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