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| May 11, 2008 |
| One Fine Buck |
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By Phil Fiene -- It was a frosty Kansas morning on Nov. 13, 2002. The weather was not great for a morning bowhunt. Days like this make it easy to stay under the blankets. However, it was the first day of pheasant season, which would result in a lot of deer getting pushed around. My feet hit the floor, and I set my compass for the kitchen. A quick bowl of hot chocolate malt-o-meal and I headed off to the woods to get into my treestand before those bird hunters started banging away. It was a short hike to the stand I selected that day, and I was on guard in the silent darkness well before daylight about 18 feet up in a cottonwood tree.
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