You take a buddy to your favorite spot because he’s never hunted. He happens to shoot the biggest buck in the County in 19 years and you haven’t even seen a doe yet.
You are feeling the rumblings and grumblings of having to go #2 and you realize you have NO paper of any kind and you’re 3 miles from civilization. You realize going “old school” with some leaves is in your immediate future.
You did not bring bug protection as your wife insisted. You now regret your decision as mosquitos turn your face and hands into mosquito bit city.
The deer of your dreams is 15 feet away, broadside. You raise your bow, draw back and your arrow falls off the rest. And you laughed when the clerk at Cabela’s tried to sell you the Whisker Biscuit.
Hunting Trophy
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