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pecial permits don't get much
better than the one I had
buttoned in my shirt pocket,
this one granting permission to hunt
the huge mule deer bucks of the
Arizona Strip during the rut. The
odds of a nonresident such as me
drawing this tag are about the same
as those of a good-looking woman
being appointed to the United States
Supreme Court. Determined to make
the most of this opportunity, I had
contracted with outfitter Russ Sherman
to ramrod things from start to finish.
Russ had volunteered to pick me
up at the little St. George Regional
Airport just north of the Utah border.
In those simpler times of not so many
I know . . . it's only
rock and roll, but I like it.
RobeRt bush/thinkstock.com
Dwight Van Brunt
