Our Outdoors: Call it Memorable

There was nothing subtle about the way the buck came into the cut bean field where the growing herd of does and fawns were working diligently, heads down, to scrape up the remnants of a harvest from two months ago. He charged the nearest one like the intoxicated BMOC hitting on a cheerleader at the local watering hole in any small university town on a Friday night. Apparently, he used the wrong...