GROVE HILL — Every hunter has a story about the one deer that sticks with them, the one that feels a little more memorable than the rest. For me, that deer came late last season on Feb. 6, on my own 8 ½ acres just north of Grove Hill. I was in my ladder stand that evening, bundled against the cold and hoping for one more deer to put in the freezer before the season ended. Out of the corner of my eye, he slipped into the patch. At first, I couldn’t tell if he was a buck, but then...

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