When I first got serious about bowhunting, it didn’t take me long to figure out I smelled pretty bad to deer. Bucks would hit my walk-in trail and do an about-face. Does would wander into my scent stream and spend long minutes blowing and snorting to announce the presence of an intruder. Even a downwind fawn could bust me.
How things have changed since I bought my first bow tag.
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