Now, finally, in my 67th year, I got my own deer. Actually, this was only my second year of deer hunting. I had been encouraged to go by my husband, Jim, and I finally took him up on the idea. We both hunted on our farm near Milaca, and Jim was with me in my blind. When this fork buck appeared, I waited until I had a chance for a good shot. Then I squeezed the trigger. My dad was a deer hunter, and my brothers hunted. But I never had until last year. Now I’m glad I took the opportunity. Better late than never!
Sylvia Kosloski, Milaca