
The Value of Trails During the Rut
A minute or so later, a twig snapped in the bottom. The deer was moving closer along the trail, it seemed. My heart pounded with excitement, for I knew the deer was approaching fast, yet I still could not see it.
A minute or so later, a twig snapped in the bottom. The deer was moving closer along the trail, it seemed. My heart pounded with excitement, for I knew the deer was approaching fast, yet I still could not see it.
Thoughts flew through my head. Visions of past mishaps returned and bow shooting techniques pummeled my brain. But with the buck completely unaware of my presence, and my eyes focusing on a singular point behind the buck’s shoulder, I distinctly remember that the emerging thought was this: “This is it. I got you.”