There is much to love about a Texas deer season.
Never mind the descriptive prose about crisp fall mornings and rattlin’ horns. Or the magic of witnessing the dawn of a new day from the confines of a tall tower blind overlooking good deer country.
I’m a bigger fan of tales about whopper bucks. Especially fascinating are reports of free-ranging animals that somehow manage to grow magnificent antlers despite stacked odds against them, as was the case this year.
Whitetail bucks always begin growin...