A few years ago we were in Canada having some fun in a duck blind when the weather turned nasty, temperature dropped, snow started spitting and the birds stopped flying. We were about ready to call it a hunt when a young bull decided to make a visit to the duck blind.
Don't you love the beauty of that long stride? Never had an interest in hunting moose or bear for that matter. Just a young stud out prowling around some Canadian agricultural ground.
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