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.
That sixteen point, seven and a half year old sovereign of the Oklahoma hardwoods is wearing a Santa hat at present.
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.
Early November brought a new buck by my camera. Subway could’ve run a special on the length of his G-2s.