Wendy Drake Bowhunts Montana Whitetails
The weather was terrible. We had about a foot of snow, and the snow was still coming down, while I was trying to catch up to this buck. When I saw the buck go down the hill, I went down the hill after him. There was a road just a little ways from the bottom of the hill. I thought the buck probably had crossed the road. But when I saw another buck, I wasn’t