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Shooting an 8 Prong Buck

Late in the afternoon, long shadows drive in-roads, between paths of sunlight. Got my Nikon on. Locked and loaded. The white tail just came too close, got him! Man did he fly when he heard, the whir and click of a live camera! Shot him startled and looking, shot him leaping. Took him down as he disappeared back into the deep woods. Man, I think I will hang his big old beautiful head on a wall, somewhere at the back of my brain forever.

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