Near Death

It was a cold crisp fall afternoon, it was also late bow hunting season and I was up at our hunting shack with my father and two of his closest friends. We had just made the final preparations to hike to are respective stands, after wishing each other good luck we were off. Little did I realize that this day would prove to bring me closer to death than any other day of my life. …showed first 75 words of 711 total…

…showed last 75 words of 711 total…scent of the outdoors while not totally preventing detection by a deer’s keen nose it makes it harder. To keep the deer from losing me in the woods I walked quietly and listened for the crunching of leaves or the dull cracking of a twig. I became so preoccupied with tracking the dear I hadn’t noticed how frigid the air had become. The dim light of my flashlight was the only illumination now