This is the first deer season I’ve spent without my father to tell the stories to. It’s just not as much fun. December 1964: The deer hunter set on a rock with his rifle across his lap. It was the last day of season and any deer was legal. He was hunting a ridge that fed down from a high mountain. Closer to …
Growing up I simply called them deer. A friend, John Barsness, calls them “…the deer that can live anywhere.” Trophy hunters refer to them almost impersonally with numbers and biologist call them “Odocoileus Virginianus”. Having hunted them across North America I believe that this “deer that can live anywhere” is the most challenging and exciting game animal on our planet. After seeing …
