Dusk on this fine day signaled the end of yet another central Texas deer season.
The ole fat boy put a measure of venison in the freezer, but no horns.
Maturity (or age) has a way of letting one understand that "trophies" ain't where it's at.
The "process" is the key.
Watching deer develop through out the year...filling the corn feeders...identifying the game trails...learning their habits...following tracks...that is the true source of the pleasure.
Did a trophy rack go on the office wall: NO
Was this an awesome season of hunting pleasure...ABSOLUTELY!
Life is good Uncle Wayne.
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Tin Star Ranch Hand
The Ole Fat Boy
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