Baseball, fishing and school finally gave us a break. It was my year on the ranch to kill a trophy/mature deer. I decided time had come that I become a full time guide and dad versus trophy hunter. The look on his face when I said, “let’s kill that one”, is one I’ll never forget. He was cool as a cucumber until I told him the deer was down. Then I thought his teeth were going to rattle out of his head.
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