Amanda’s BUCK

But as our first summer together wound down, little did Amanda know she was about to become a hunting widow. Amanda’s family doesn’t hunt much, although there is a legendary story about her father serving a porcupine for dinner without admitting what kind of meat it was until years later.

But I digress.

As I spent less time fishing and more time hunting that first fall, Amanda and I spent less time out-doors together. I didn’t think much about it. I was just ensconced in my usual routine of chasing small game and then getting ready for gun-deer season. But Amanda must have been thinking about our lack of time together. Finally, one day she started asking questions about deer hunting. She’d never been hunting, and although she thought the ducks