Deep in the heart of Texas the only thing close to as important as high school football is the elusive hunt for Bambi’s daddy. Deer season here began this past Saturday and the woods were alive with hunters on the chase for the prize mount and a freezer full of “free” meat.
I don’t hunt much these days, unless it’s with my camera, but I certainly have and I can understand the desire to do so. Most hunters will tell you, there isn’t much they enjoy more than hanging out with a group of guys (and gals too) at deer camp on the first weekend of the season. The time spent with others, in pursuit of the biggest deer, creates some great times and usually some even greater stories about the one that walked by, just beyond the range of where a shot could be taken. Continue reading