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I had to watch every step I took through the thick grass, reeds, and bulrushes. I was making my way alongside the meandering stream in the lush flats below the beaver dam.
I had to watch every step I took through the thick grass, reeds, and bulrushes. I was making my way alongside the meandering stream in the lush flats below the beaver dam.
The remainder of the bowhunter’s year is spent shooting at targets and waiting for the next season...or is it? Try bowfishing.