By Stephanie Spika
Growing up in Montana, I’ve been on my fair share of hunting excursions. After moving across the country, however, years went by without donning the blaze orange I so missed.
One Friday afternoon I found myself at a work happy hour boasting of my hunting skills. There may have been some embellishment, but still, I wasn’t a complete novice to the outdoors. After a few glasses of liquid courage, I challenged my male co-workers to step up to the plate and take me hunting. Sweet Jeff Johnston volunteered, without knowing what he was getting himself into.
Stephanie and her buck
He later confessed that when he told me to show up at his house – an hour away – at 5 am the following morning, he put it at less than a 10-percent chance I’d show up...
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