It all started on the first day of October, 1989. The first of October is the opening day for bow-hunting deer. Let me tell you a little bit about myself. I’m thirty years old and six feet tall, have dark brown hair and weigh about 185 pounds. My friends call me “Two Feathers” — yes, I am part Indian. I love anything that has to do with being outdoors: fishing, hunting, trapping, backpacking, swimming. Just getting back to old Mother Nature is a real turn-on for me.

Anyway, I hunt on private land owned by some friends of mine, and on October 1, I drove my pickup to the usual spot and made camp. I had already been out there earlier in the year and put up my tree stand close to the deer’s feeding and bedding-down areas.

I got up the next morning about 4:30 a.m. so I could get to my... Read More