My mind was racing, "I should find that shell casing, how big was she? I should go look for blood, my hands are freezing, where's my orange hat? I gotta go look for blood." After 15 minutes of thought I decided to go track her.
I recently cleaned a lot of boxes out from underneath my bed. In one of those boxes was my hunting journal from when I was 12 years old. I have always been one to keep a journal. I still do, even to this day. I keep it electronically now, it may not be as romantic, … Continue reading My First Deer