Montana's general hunting season was quickly coming to a close and I had yet to fill my deer tag. The bigger buck I’d been after continued to stay just out of range. With the clock ticking I passed on some good bucks, however, it was beginning to feel like crunch time.
Fires and extreme drought had taken a firm grip on Montana, and a blue moon with the early start to bow season made things even more challenging. I let the first few days slide by in camp with my wife and three-year-old daughter. We just took it easy, and I did a little scouting in the mornings. It was fun to have my wife and daughter in camp for the third year in a row.
"The earth lies somewhere beneath all that autumn snow, and you have two choices:"