Este año, y gracias a dos grandes personas y amigos, me surgió la oportunidad de poder intentar cazar un ciervo. Se acercaba la fecha del celo, la berrea, época donde los grande...
Existe un tipo de cazador al que no alcanzo a comprender. Son las 7:15 horas. La mañana está fresca, más bien diría fría. De hecho, el mercurio marca un par de grados, lo que...
Eran aquellos perros los que daban sonido al campo. Era el helado viento el que coloreaba su rostro. Era aquel cazador el que aguardaba paciente un golpe de suerte. Entonces tuvo l...
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