| Menlo, Georgia - It was a
cold morning in my tree stand - I was about to pack it up for the
morning when I saw an eight-point buck on a quest for the attention
of a young doe. My 4-wheeler was parked at the foot of the hill, she
saw it and became cautious - all he saw was her. She trotted off. He
didn't seem to care. He was just looking for a little romance and I
was looking between the crosshairs. I lined up a shot in the only
clearing he could come out of and... two hours later, I was back at
camp, drenched in sweat with a new trophy for my wall. |
