The red Chevy S-10 was tiny, the way ’80s-era four-banger pickups were, and perhaps that made the buck in the bed of it seem larger than life. But the deer would’ve been big on a flatbed trailer, too. It was a massive, mainframe 8 pointer with beams that curled like flames from a hardwood campfire and forked G-2s so long they could’ve been used to stake bean plants.
The buck even looked large next to Larry, who didn’t step out of the S-10 so much as unfold from it. He was 6-foot-4, give or take, and wrapped in lean muscle built from a lifetime of working cattle, hauling hay and wrestling implements. He worked the farm in the evenings, his second job, after he’d put in his eight hours at…
