This is how people die. The thought came as I lay at the bottom of the canyon, staring up at the swirling snow. I tried to sit up, but the weight of the buck held me down, and when I tried rolling ...

A tall and heavy 8-point buck pushed a doe up the open ridge and directly toward my tree stand. Three satellite bucks circled and sniffed the air, but couldn’t get within 20 yards of the doe due to ...