Our Outdoors: What I'd Hoped For

I can still hear the whisper from my left and sense Gene leaning in as the deer emerged in the first tree line below our position on the top of the hillside along the Sheyenne River valley one temperate November evening in 2008. It's a moment I relive each time I'm in the field this time of year and a bobbing set of antlers appears above a pair of dark, wary eyes on a deer.

"Nick...there's a buck....