My magazine failed to show up until yesterday, and someone apparently "went postal" with it, tearing a big chunk of the back cover away and mutilating the last several pages.
The "Editor's Stump" came through without damage, however, and it was excellent. From my own stump, I sometimes hear well-meaning people ask me, "Did you get your deer?" As far as I'm concerned, no deer out there is "my" deer unless and until I have harvested it.
When a hunter targets a single buck, he knows the risks he is taking. One of those risks is that someone else may kill the buck. If that happens, the hunter who has decided to kill no other deer might not even know the deer is dead, and he continues to hunt without the possibility of killing anything. In this case, at least the hunter found out. It may not be easy to accept, but he should accept it anyway, congratulate the young man who shot it, and move on. It's a matter of sportsmanship, and it's no different from an athlete training as hard as he can to win a championship, and then losing it. And the great thing about deer hunting is that there is always next season.
When the Everyday Hunter
isn't hunting, he's thinking about hunting, talking about hunting, dreaming about hunting, writing about hunting, or wishing he were hunting.