A few years ago, I traveled to southeastern Wyoming to bowhunt whitetails along the Platte River. There was 4 inches of snow on the ground, so I lit out covering ground in search of clues. As I neared the river, deer tracks began to show up in good numbers. On my third morning on stand, I missed a hurried shot at a buck that I would come to know well. Shortly after firstlight later that week, like a dream, the big 8-pointer was headed my way.
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