The Deer Huntress

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A Deer Huntress Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, The Writing Huntress was cleaning, cleaning like a house mouse. Her blog was neglected as she hung the dog’s stockings on the chimney with care, In hopes that her statistics wouldn’t plunge horribly, waiting for Saint Nick to deliver all she wanted, under the...

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The Deer Huntress and the Day of Turkey

The day of turkey, blessings, and parades is upon us.  While many see the holiday as one of eating, of being surrounded by loved ones — for many a hunting folk, it means something different entirely- memories. My mom, a woman who has never hunted, still recalls the smell of gun oil that pervaded...

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The Deer Huntress: Ode to a Squirrel

This freezing evening is perfect for a good, fruitful hunt. My broadheads are sharp, perfect points, my bow hangs in wait, my shaking limbs have ceased their tremors for I am ready for venison, for backstrap, for chili, for tacos — for the freest of wild game.   Hours tick by and as the...

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The Deer Huntress: A Novice Killer

Oft have I been told that I resemble an 8-year old, not only in stature, but also in temperament. I routinely stick my tongue out at loved ones, coworkers and bosses. I laugh uproariously at stupid jokes, I find amusement in the most unlikely of places (example: In Germany, entries are labeled “einfahrt.” There...

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The Deer Huntress: Deep Sea Deer Hunting?

I have a newfound respect for Dramamine. Other new additions to the Respect List are: seafood, fishing, barracudas and the ocean. As a newly-minted huntress, I told whomever I was dating that my perfect honeymoon would involve a cabin, a good measure of snow, and, of course, hunting — preferably in Alaska.  In my...

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The Deer Huntress Hits The Badlands

Hunting at what appears to be the edge of the world is more than surreal, it takes your breath away … but allows you to continue breathing.  It’s sensory overload without being so overwhelming that the world as you know it ceases to exist at that moment.  It takes days of mornings, work whistles,...