![]() Forward movement of my thumb on the safety suggested my feelings. In a whisper, Tye asked if I felt the deer was big enough. With my Browning X-Bolt resting atop its bipod, we watched the deer march from roughly 500 yards down to 185 and then stop. The buck walked down the far side of the draw, heading toward the point on which T Fork Outfitters owner Tye Sims and I waited. This couldn’t have been Africa, Asia or Australia. Training my SIG Sauer binoculars on it literally brought everything into focus. Then, with the sun creeping into view came a clue: an animal on the horizon. Sub-Saharan Africa? Inner Mongolia? The Australian Outback? Nothing in view made a strong case for any one answer. In every direction, dry, treeless land led to a sharp horizon. ![]() If he were blindfolded, then hauled to this spot and dumped, not even a crusty world traveler could have pointed to it on a globe.
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