Oh COME on Todd...you can put together a better story then THAT! Hang ' em on the wall and look at it kinda dreamy eyed when friends come over and start a big BS story while stroking your beard...." It was a cold November and I knew he was mine when...
Ha! It would be hard to come up with a hunting story that would explain how one of his horns has been gnawed on by a squirrel. " Suddenly I heard a twig snap behind me." " There he was Moue Grande Buck." " As I raised my bow to fire I noticed a little gray ball of fur that seemed to be hanging from his right horn." " Strange I thought." " That almost sounds like a chewing noise...."