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Late Breeders & Big Eaters
The wind picked up, and the early December sky turned ash gray. From the steep lee side of my mountain treestand, I could only imagine what it was like on the western side. Mounting gusts let me know that a snow squall would soon arrive. The air wasn’t the only thing moving. I could see deer legs in a stand of hemlocks below me. When the squall finally hit, buffeted by the ridge above, the heavily falling snow floated straight down. Two inches were deposited in just 10 minutes. It was just like a white curtain all around me. I didn’t see the deer again until they were almost under my stand. A buck and three does were on a trail that crossed the mountainside. Fortunately, I had just cleaned off my bow and arrow. The does trotted past and headed toward the end of the mountain. Then the buck trotted by with its nose to the ground, following them. It was snowing so hard at that point that at 25 yards I could see the buck’s beams, but not its tines. In a matter of seconds the ... More

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Ken Piper / Buckmasters Editor

Ken Piper

Buckmasters editor Ken Piper grew up hunting whitetails with his father, uncles and cousins on public land in Blair County, Pennsylvania. He earned a journalism degree from Penn State in 1987 and joined the Buckmasters team in 2000. "Thanks to Buckmasters, I’ve hunted some of the best places in the country, but I’ll never forget that public-land, blue-collar hunters are the heart of our sport," he says. "Hopefully we can all remember the simple joy of taking any deer and spending time with friends and family. That’s what I strive for in the pages of Buckmasters."

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