Busted, But It Didn't Matter

No deer is despised more than a tattle-tale. Had it not been opening day of Ohio's 2012 bow season, Brant McKenzie might've quit barely 15 or 20 minutes after sunrise. If he'd had a hand grenade, he might've hurled it at the small buck clearing its sinuses about 35 yards from the tree in which he was hiding. The bowhunter was already a bit insecure over his choice of stand sites. He didn't want to be inside the thicket where he suspected a huge buck was spending its days, but there wasn't a tree big enough to climb around the perimeter. He'd had misgivings about his plan of action, a...

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