Deer & Deer Hunting



Booming metallic sounds echoed through the woods as I lowered my bow to the ground. I sighed deeply, slumped into the webbed seat of my climbing stand and pressed my head against the oak’s coarse bark.

“Wow!” I whispered. “No one is going to believe this.”

The racket continued as I strapped my feet to the platform and inched my way back to earth. I don’t know how to describe the sound a rock crusher makes, but it’s not unlike a jackhammer. Unfortunately for me, the crusher was going full-bore in a small gravel pit only 200 yards from my stand.

Adrenaline surged through my veins as I climbed out of the stand and plopped my feet into a crunchy blanket of leaves. I walked the 8 yards to where the buck had been

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