I turned my head to the left, and there he stood at the top of the valley. It was almost as if he was making his presence known to all below. He was a beautiful site, and I had one more showdown left than I'd thought.
He came trotting down the middle of the valley as if he owned it, but he didn't want to stop. I was ready for the shot but he just kept moving, and the lumpy ground sure caused for a jumbled up target. Then the buck looped left and moved up the opposite side of the valley and headed back the way he came, only on a smooth trail now.
He stopped this time.........