|One last hunt with the traditional muzzy|
By Kurt Krueger
IT WAS the last afternoon of the muzzleloader season that the scribbler climbed into a tree stand one last time, hoping to fill an antlerless tag for friends who cherish the taste of venison.
There was a steady wind out of the southeast cutting across my face, a perfect wind for hunting the swamp edge that was straight south of the tree.
Expectations were high because I had seen deer on previous outings — the exception being last Tuesday when 30-mile-an-hour wind gusts had me questioning my intelligence and sanity.
|Tuesday, December 11, 2012 3:41 PM|
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