The Killing
I would have been perfectly happy with a much smaller bull. But this was the elk that was given, and this was the elk I took.
I would have been perfectly happy with a much smaller bull. But this was the elk that was given, and this was the elk I took.
The quail fell for him that day like they had seldom fallen before – bird after bird tumbling before the worn muzzle of the old Beretta single-shot.
Autumn whitetails in Missouri.