The Meat of the Hunt

by David Mahaf­fey It was my uncle Kent who first invited me to hunt with him. He and Papaw had always thrilled me with tales of their hunt­ing exploits: track­ing wounded deer by the blood glis­ten­ing on holly bushes, or dis­cov­er­ing a black bear cub in an unfa­mil­iar for­est and dread­ing the inevitable encounter with its […]