FAYETTEVILLE, Ark. — It’s easier to remember than what was for dinner yesterday.
Laying in bed under my vintage teams of the NFL twin blanket, there was no way sleep was going to come. The only thing to do was stare out the bedroom window that would be blocked by a small Christmas tree in the next few weeks and imagine the moment.
It would surely be a giant of a buck, the granddaddy to all those deer of various rack sizes taken down by my dad, uncles and grandparents over the years. When it came time, would my preteen self have it in me to hold steady and pull the trigger?…