No amount of adrenaline can staunch the flow of blood from a scope bitten forehead.
Why not slip on the mad scientist’s lab coat and design the Frankenstein’s monster of all whitetails?
It was the last call he made that made me turn and run for the safety of civilization.
That which once was wild within me is increasingly becoming domesticated.
The new car smell in that Civic was long gone.
I opened that window just in time to see the red glow of my trail camera’s infrared flash.