Nothing beats the spring mornings still a touch of frost on the car and a full on bright sunrise as you reach your ground. Young Bucks moving While old buck defend there territory, Bird song loud and proud long before the hustle and bustle of the morning rush hour. A deer in the bag is a bonus and a welcome tightening on the shoulders on the way back Sleep can wait till i have time for it.
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