- Tom Rusch
- From Whitetales
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Where have all the Deer Yards Gone?
I saw the big fella cruising on a crisp November day. He was covering ground in a great hurry grunting with every step. Then, six does and fawns came flying out of that gnarly bedding area on a knob adjacent to a fresh aspen cutover and beaver pond, not wanting anything to do with the randy fella.
I grabbed the grunt call off the hook and challenged his manhood with my own deep, guttural grunt. I’ll never forget that image when the ten-point jammed on the brakes and bellowed the loudest grunt I’ve ever heard.