|Deer hunt dreams live on|
By Will Maines
THE THERMOMETER might read 18 degrees in the morning as mine did the other day, but that kind of reading does nothing but warm the cockles of the heart for those who dream of windswept ridges, snow sifting through balsams and big whitetail bucks searching the woods for every doe within sniffing distance.
Bow hunters who get to hunt pre-rut, prime rut and end of rut all through the month of November drool at the thought of cold mornings driving big bucks to testosterone-driven careless prowling of the woods, while gun hunters like me have to wait and hope the action will still be running hot and heavy come the third Saturday of November.
|Tuesday, October 30, 2012 3:02 PM|
|Last Updated on Wednesday, November 28, 2012 1:33 PM|