Emotions of the First Deer “The buck brought me to my knees and then to rub salt in the wound, gifted me a memento to remember the moment.” There I was… I made a commitment to myself that the first game animal I hunted would be done so alone. It’s indisputable that learning happens a …
There I Was… It wasn’t my first pheasant hunt. In fact, I had gone several times before. It was different from big game hunting. Fanning out, walking alone, getting slapped in the face by icy willows. It seemed like every time I went out to hunt this bird, I came home more and more frustrated. …
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There I was… A lazy October sunset cast soft shades of pink across the rolling foothills of southwest Wyoming. I was walking quietly, mindful of my position in the breeze. Mindful of the sound of my boots on the dead grass, sharply aware of the frozen earth below, the dark woods around, and the herds …
