The Deer In My Life
I began hunting with my Dad when I was six years old. Since that time I have made more memories with him, family and friends than I can remember. The photos in this gallery tell my own personal story in the woods; from the pictures of deer taken long before I was born that fed my dreams at night as a young boy to my own successes as a hunter that keep me dreaming today.
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