Reality whitetail hunting
Even as I near a half-century's worth of deer seasons, sleep comes grudgingly, if at all, before opening day.
But now, resting quietly in my sleeping bag, a string of whitetail dream hunts parades through my thoughts.
Picking an approved rack from a ranch full of big South Texas bucks, trusty A-bolt in hand. Tracking a Saskatchewan bruiser through fresh snow and taking him at twilight with my muzzleloader. Waiting alongside a frigid Iowa fenceline for the big 10-pointer that trotted ...
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