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Another log was tossed on the fire, sending sparks dancing up into the cold night air. Three men sat on foldable tripod chairs, the fourth was rearranging gear in the bed of his pickup in order to make room for the bear and two deer that they had bagged on this trip.
“When we get back into town, I know just the place to go to get that rack mounted,” Jerry said, spreading his fingers wide and stretching out his arms to the width of the antlers on the buck he had shot that morning.
“Yours is nice, but it’s hard to beat that 8-point with my bullet in him,” bragged Dan.
“But if it weren’t for Jerry’s buck, and that hunger after a long, winter’s nap, we wouldn’t have a bear skin to bring back with us,” Bob added, shaking his head at their luck.
The four of them had been coming to this pa
