It was dark as a tomb as I slipped through the sagebrush and down a steep slope, my flashlight slicing through the black. The moon and stars were smothered by low, scudding clouds. Snow was in the air ...

Add Yahoo as a preferred source to see more of our stories on Google. A lone mule deer buck stands on a snowy ridge. (Photo by Matt Kaminski / Adobe Stock) I’ve always been a big woods whitetail ...