|It was the hunt of dreams|
By Will Maines
THE DARK OF night grudgingly gives way to the first dawn of light over the oak-covered ridge where a hunter sits silently in wait.
It is spring in Kentucky, and the hunter, a long way from his North Wisconsin home, is looking forward to a sun that will soon lift the temperature on his ridge from an early morning low of 40 to a bone-warming high of 75 later in the day.It has been a hard, cold winter up north,
|Tuesday, March 25, 2014 11:33 AM|