As I left off last week, I was just about to bag the first deer of my hunting career, or so I thought.
It was the fall of 1986, and I was hunting with some college buddies not far from Ely, Minnesota.
It was my first hunt with a rifle, and although I was pretty familiar with the northwoods, I was a novice when it came to deer hunting.
I was posted along a trail and alerted to the noise of something t…