Whether our hunt was successful or not, every trip to the deer woods in my youth was wrapped up with a stop at Lee’s Texaco Station in Horntown, Oklahoma.
I began to question whether or not my burdens might finally be too heavy for Mother Nature to bear.
We were the best of friends this summer, I mean, absolutely inseparable. But then the temperature dropped and the leaves turned and everything changed.
My taxidermist is cooler than your taxidermist.
Early November brought a new buck by my camera. Subway could’ve run a special on the length of his G-2s.
I’d spent 24 hours in a stand. I was sore. I was hungry. I was tired. But I got my bear.