Bronwood
Lifestyle
And here I was, thinking chipmunks were singers
ALBANY — When you sit in a stand trying to pray up a deer, your senses are frequently more finely attuned than they might generally be. You listen for the slightest hint of rustling in the leaves on the ground surrounding your stand. It is not unusual in this situation to mistake the sound of squirrels scampering across the woodland floor for that of deer trying to sneak past you in the fading ...
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