He sits still, watching with his thermal camera. Even the hares don’t seem to notice the deer stalker until he takes aim. The bang of his rifle pierces the stillness. He’s killed a buck ...
The gentle September breeze wandered uphill, softly rattling the aspen leaves overhead as I carefully studied§ the steep terrain leading to the bedded mule deer. The hillside was littered with old ...
Slipping the binoculars inside my shirt and drawing in a half dozen long ... Vast tangles of oak brush dotted with small pockets of aspen choked off any easy routes up the slope. Several naked, rocky ...