Sunup of the morning after my wife Peg shot at that monster buck found us trailing a clearly non-fatally wounded animal. Heading back to camp after a futile, long search, faces were long amongst the Claypool clan. As Peg prepared to head back to her hunting spot for an evening outing, I found myself itching for some big-buck action of my own. As the sun neared the western horizon, far off on the prairie, a deer caught my attention.
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