Rattling up big Texas bucks during the rut

The dusty breeze tickled the tops of spindly mesquites and thick bunch grass as I descended the steps of the tower stand. At the bottom, the icy chill of the late November morning hit me square in the face as binoculars were raised for what seemed like the 100th time. The massive nontypical buck was … Continue reading Rattling up big Texas bucks during the rut