The adventures of the great white tail tracker

A hunter you wonder.
Does she really rise at the crack of dawn; tromp a 1/4 of a mile into a CRP field; sit in a wooden box for hours with no windows and only my breath for warmth?
Well sort of!
My dad or my brother usually come with me, because frankly I am scared of the dark and refuse to walk into a dark field by myslef! And We usually only sit a couple of hours, because it does get cold. Especially if the sleet of fall starts to pelt your bare skin. It’s more than some what uncomfortable.
But then comes the good part…
Stay tuned!


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