You'll Have To Take My Word For It

You'll Have To Take My Word For It

I’d been following fresh tracks in the snow for an hour, and now the light was beginning to fade. Then I saw them — half a dozen or so mule deer sifting through the timber. One by one they disappeared over a slight rise until there was only one left, but he was the one I’d been looking for. A buck with tall, dark, widespread antlers, he paused just long enough for me to get him in the scope. At th...