Author: James L. Bruner
Like his majesty walking through the hallowed halls of his kingdom the old monarch swaggered through the field wearing his crown of antlers in pride. The flushing of a lone pheasant brought him to a momentary halt as he quickly surveyed the surroundings then continued on his journey to somewhere unknown to any man and oblivious to danger. This beautiful whitetail didn’t grow those tremendous antlers overnight and with Bow Season getting closer his daily routine was sure to change any day now. My last vision of him melting into the forest with the sun rising at his back illuminating his crown left me breathless for words or thoughts.
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