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Scene:
My third trip to hunt mule deer near Iraan, and the first
day we were there, a cold norther was blowing. We were hunting out of the
pick-up, of course, and just before dark, I spotted two deer, a doe and
a fork-horn, going up the mountain to bed for the night. When we pulled
up and parked where they had come out of the greasewood flats, I looked
over my left shoulder and this boy was standing right there. I think he
was waiting for us to go by so he could follow the other two. But no, I
had to race to get my gun out and bust him as soon as I could get a steady
aim. He's a beauty. |
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