The Sportsman's Corner

Five years ago, my friend Brady killed a buck that ran down the wrong side of the mountain after being hit with a shot that should have dropped him in his tracks. It took the two of us more than six hours to get the eight-point back to Brady's truck. After that strenuous effort, I told him I didn't think we should hunt deer there any longer. I was then 65; he, slightly younger. "We'd be risking our health if we keep hunting there," I told him.

For the next few years, we hunted various other places, finally settling on some land he had bought. During those years, no one who hunted there kill...