FOR THE TROPHIES BELEAGUERED
Apr 16, 2021
4 minutes
Having just downed the sec ond-largest buck of my life, I was, of course, floating on air. From a sequential standpoint, the event happened almost verbatim in step with how I downed the largest buck of my life; the tales so hauntingly similar they could be rolled into a ball of irony to explain why I would never exclusively gun for “big ones.”
First, my wife and I prioritize venison over antlers, but despite that, it has sifted clear through the years that I somewhat routinely lug home some larger-antlered deer. Aside from an admittedly amplified thrill, there’s otherwise little else notable about those, but
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