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?
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.
If her daddy owned a half section in the heart of big buck country, I’d have learned to love her.