It was back in May that we reluctantly bid adieu to hunting seasons 2018-19. Last season started for me with a whimper with doves. I sat alone in a field a friend had given me permission to hunt. There was probably a good reason I was the only one out that day. Except for a couple of high fliers, there were no doves.
Next, things looked up just a bit when I watched a few squirrels bite the dust, eventually winding up in a mulligan.
Next came deer season. Thankfully, I had venison left over in the freezer from the previous year because I came up empty handed this past season.
I didn’t hunt ducks or geese or quail or rabbits and as the seasons…
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Exposing the Big Game 