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The deed is done, or maybe not

I left Joe and we headed different directions. We'd flipped a coin on which stand we would hunt because both were near some great deer signs. We just couldn't decide, so we flipped a coin. Joe would head west, and I'd head east. We were hunting at a place I aff...

Quail population not what it was

Dad and I were walking through a waist-high sage grass field, heading to our stand for an afternoon deer hunt, when an explosion of birds came from under our feet, or at least that's what it seemed like at the time in the late 1980s.
After my heart left my throa...

Quail population not what it was

Dad and I were walking through a waist-high sage grass field, heading to our stand for an afternoon deer hunt, when an explosion of birds came from under our feet, or at least that's what it seemed like at the time in the late 1980s.
After my heart left my throa...

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