The DeClay Buck by Harold DeClay Hunting was something I always wanted to do as a child. I remember my dad and brother Hansen would be up in the early morning hours when it was still dark out; camouflaged with rifles by the front door. I would ask if i could join (maybe 8 years old at the time). They would always tell me "next time." Well, "next time" finally kicked off a … [Read more...] about The DeClay Buck