Since Pennsylvania’s flintlock season opened the day after Christmas, I’ve only been hunting for deer on three different occasions.
A bum right knee — a torn meniscus from a trip and fall on my home’s stairway — has limited my treks afield, at least with the ability to climb with a tree stand. The walking isn’t too bad, at least not enough to keep me home entirely.
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