An Ice Cold Morning, a Savage 24, and My Very First Deer
It was, as my dad would say, “colder than a well digger’s ass.” There was even a little snow covering the Texas Hill Country grass. I was probably 8 years old, and scrawny for my age. Shivering underneath an ashe juniper, my outfit consisted of the only jeans I owned, a bright green 4H jacket, … Read more
