First light Sunday morning, Dillon and I were on the beach five miles out of the hunting area, each firing a few shots into a Bud Light box 100 yards out to check our zero. As discussed, and expected, our sights were off.
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“You’re up if you wanna go,” a text read one late Thursday night. It was an offer to be part of a hunt I have had on my bucket list for some time. Join Jack on part one of this high mountain hunting adventure. #harvestingnature
Read moreArticle contributed by Field Staff Writer J. McFarland. Perched on a high mountain ridge, I looked up at a herd
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