I was out for about an hour this morning. I found a small antler that was attached to a piece of a skull. I carried it with me for a while, but it was near where the Game Commission used to have a pit where they'd dump road kills. I thought it was probably from there, and might be illegal to take it, so I left it in the woods. '
I have one or two more places I want to look if I get the time.
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.