Backpack Hunting Meat Care
Backpack Hunting Meat Care
I sat next to my bull, serene and peaceful, watching the early morning light glint off the frost in the aspens. The pungent musk of the bull hung in the thin mountain air, crisp with cold.
It smelled like elk hunting, something that only an elk hunter will appreciate.
Giving thanks, I absorbed the moment, knowing I had work to do.A hunter’s responsibility
A harv…
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by Nathan Coleman