Venison Steak Sammy
In this edition, we take you to a cool, crisp fall day in early November, when the rut wasn’t the only thing going full tilt.
Following a late morning nap after a long week of hard huntin’, the boys were full pin on the way to their afternoon watches.
Johnny wasn’t a half mile from camp when, all of a sudden, the big 10-pointer crested the sap pan hill and froze at 70 feet, dead ahead of him on a skidder trail.
The only thing more desperate than the 4th shot from his .270 is a down-on-his-luck ex-convict in a pawn shop 1 minute before close.
Needless to say, that ‘ol swamp buck ended up turning in the fury and met the wrong hunter. The rest is history, as they say, and there's no need to finish the story.
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