Back in the day..........

It wasn't a mature deer.  It wasn't a big buck.  It was what I wanted to shoot after a lot of shoe leather, sweat equity and a glorious few days in God's last great place .  I love covering that type of ground on foot.   My pal, Ron Branch was at my side watching it all happen. This little guy busted out of some sage at full tilt and went down faster than Bill Clinton headed after an intern in a blue dress.

Weed Creek Country, eastern Montana, circa 2003