June 9, 2014 - posted by
Trent Smith - 5 views - 0 comments - 1 like
I was hunting deer in the woods of Alaska. It was just cracking daylight. All I could see was my stainless steel barrel on my .308. I was waiting for daylight under a pine tree. It was so humid there was water dripping off of the pine needles. I heard something in the b...