My brother stalked his way meticulously up the West Virginia power line right of way, his Winchester Featherweight at low ready. The crisp Thanksgiving wind swirled and nipped playfully at my ears as I trailed my brother up the steep hill, ready to lend fire support in case there were more deer than the one whitetail buck my father
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