
Bucky Hauser’s Big Canada Bow Buck
Every morning while in Canada, I walked those 1-1/2-miles from where I was dropped off to my stand in below-zero weather. One morning a fog came in, and the temperature was so cold that everything that the wet fog touched turned to ice. My bow and all my outer clothing were covered in ice crystals. As I walked to my stand, I could hear deer get up out of their beds in the darkness. The