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hearing the sound of footsteps in crunchy leaves coming your way. You can hear them you just can't see them....yet
walking with my Dad to our stands every year
the smell of a freshly spent round
the quiet in the woods after the shot
hearing the wind coming from two mountains away before you feel it in your face
smell of the fall woods
settling into your stand in the wee hours before daylight
the sound of the first drumming grouse in the spring
walking with my Dad to our stands every year
the smell of a freshly spent round
the quiet in the woods after the shot
hearing the wind coming from two mountains away before you feel it in your face
smell of the fall woods
settling into your stand in the wee hours before daylight
the sound of the first drumming grouse in the spring
