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.

My fingers made their own wake through cool, crisp, brackish water as the Suzuki 4-stroke propelled us along.

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

Thankfully when you don't kill your dinner you can still drive up town on the corner of State Road 327 and 120 and order it.

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