Jensen Afield: Gray Squirrels and Bushy Tail Stew | weekend magazine

With a noisy creek running a bit high from a heavy rain the day before just to my left, and a large rocky ridge rising to my right, I proceeded as quietly as possible, stopping every so often. for any dollar sign along the way.

I carried my rifle at the ready in my right hand, and as I kept an eye out for new deer grazes on small trees here and there, I tried to focus on what was in front of me, in case it was my prey for the day. could appear.