(Photo by Michael Anschuetz)
Dense fog covered Oklahoma’s sand hills. The evening before, I’d glassed the stand from a distance, up on the toe of a dune. I’d never been there, so there was no way I could stumble upon it. It didn’t matter; the only way I’d see a deer was by stepping on one. There was no sense in making noise and spreading scent though. I sat for an hour until the fog lifted a bit and I could get my bearings, then I climbed up the ridge and took the stand.
It was late, the valley floor was clear, and fog still clung to the low ridges. I thought to myself, Are my eyes playing tricks? I blinked and lifted my binoculars. Several deer were coming over a far dune...