If her daddy owned a half section in the heart of big buck country, I’d have learned to love her.
The sun may be setting on a brilliant hunting career, but as hunters well know, those last few rays of sunlight, those final moments before darkness falls – well, that’s the magic hour.
“That boat would sink with all the memories I had in it.”
As I mature, I’m figuring out that the gift of a long box isn’t just the gift of a gun. It’s the gift of anticipation and expectation.
The kind offer from a good friend will never be forgotten.
What happened next can only be described as a massacre.