But I still bow hunted as hard as possible, making it out to the woods every chance I got with my dad until I was sixteen and old enough to drive myself. Eventually I got used to the military maneuvers, UXO’s, and even got to where I saw deer on a regular basis. Try as I did, however, success with a bow eluded me for years. But I wasn’t without my close calls.
Above is a snippet of a recent article of mine. While I piece together my write up for my Everglades trip, please feel free to check out this article for Legendary Whitetail's blog here: http://community.deergear.com/Article/TanksBombsBucks