It's nothin' you wouldn't do.
The snap of fallen and dried foliage alerts the white tail to my presence before I could get a shot off. “Ah fuck” I mutter. The faintness of it. Exasperated by the cloud of condensation it let out into the chilly, early morning Oklahoma woods. Opting to give up, I threw the Sako 7mm Winchester Magnum over my shoulder and started in on the 4 mile trek back to my truck. I live about 17 miles outside of town to the northeast. The woods I was hunting were an hour an a half to the southwest. I made it most of the way home, but a bridge was out on my regular route back. I took a detour that put me a little bit behind schedule. I hadn’t been on this side of town in quite a while. So I wasn’t too surprised to see a new business had opened. There was an old light up sign. Not unlike one you’d see at a hole in the wall bar or...