KINGDOM. HUNTING. DAD.

I was trying to be as quiet as a mouse in wool slippers. I knew there was a chance I was going to get an encounter with him again.

It looked like he was on a clear path away from us. Game over. Suddenly and without any notice, he stopped at the tree line to make a scrape

The perfect cold front is rolling in. Gun season starts about a week earlier than usual and the bucks are hitting the peak rut.

His eyes looked through the camera into my soul and in the blink of an eye; I was obsessed.