Soft Opening
Zen, sharpshooting and a perfect start to hunting season
The open plains soothe me. They’re like being at sea, only this is a sea of grass, of sweeping farms and vast vistas. I sat on a stool in the shadow of a hay bale in a milo field in western Oklahoma, looking north.
Were I to start ambling up that way, my view would not change all that much for the next 1200 miles,…