Already in his young life Shane had accumulated a mountain of accoutrements designed to make the hunter more comfortable and more successful afield. He had more knives than a steakhouse and a closet full of camo. He had treestands, blind stools, calls, scents, scent eliminators, decoys, broadheads, backpacks, hats, handwarmers and just about anything else he could buy, borrow or convince his friends and family to get him for Christmas or his birthday. Shane dreamed of the day when he’d have a good-paying job, just so he could buy the best gear to make bagging big bucks easier.
One morning during bow season, Shane, his father and his father’s friend, Jack, planned to hunt together at a nearby WMA. Jack Blackburn worked down at the plant with Shane’s father. He…
