In my youth I hunted a lot and October meant bow season. For years I'd spend September gearing up and dreaming about a ghostly monster buck creeping around the thicket. Now days I hunt almost exclusively with a camera and a different purpose having successfully harvested all I ever wanted with a bow or gun. Believe me with the exception of the hog hammer dropping on many feral pigs all the other wild critters are very thankful for that click of the Canon Powershot..

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