Issue 118: This is My Hunt

My dad slowly lifted his binoculars and put them down to quietly say to me, “That’s him.” We rushed to hopefully get in a position to cut off the path “Hulk” was on. He came up the pasture slowly grazing before he crossed the farm road about 50 yards ahead of us. The absolute brute of a deer then turned east and headed toward a small old corral where we knew he was going to bed. We stalked behind him staying in cover so we would not spook him. My dad stopped and said, “You have to go alone from here. We don’t have enough cover for both of us.”

Click here to read the full article!