By Brad Carter I watched my Dad peer through the eyepiece of his binoculars. Barely old enough to keep up, I desperately wanted to take a look. I tried to search with my eyes in the direction that the binoculars were pointed, and finally could make out small tan spots in a meadow on the…
If you read about the bow hunt below, Dad finally put a bull down on the opening day of the rifle. He looked this bull over for a long time, and after already investing so much time during the bow hunt decided to fill his tag. It looks like he made a pretty good decision…