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ISSUE 95

Slaying Goliath

At the edge I ranged him – 80 yards! I would not take that shot. At this point I was out of cover but had to get closer. So with arrow nocked, I once again, began an intense, cautious, crawl to try and cut the distance to a more comfortable 40 yards. Surprisingly, I was calmer than I expected, being this close to the buck of a lifetime. As soon as I got to 40 yards I thought, He's not nervous, has no clue I'm here, the sun is at my back, I'm going to get closer. With everything seemingly perfect, I crawled one step closer. The buck suddenly stood up broadside and appeared to be looking directly at me! I thought it was over for sure. I kept waiting for him to blow out and never be seen again! Instead, the buck just kept staring in my direction.