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Word: bucked (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...pursuing -three steps, pause, slowly look around. Stepping in slow motion, he somehow worked his size 14 hunting boots through the tangle of twigs without a sound. Coming upon a clearing, he pointed to deep ruts in the black soil and whispered: "That's as big a buck track as I've ever seen." As he sat statue-still behind a huge uprooted maple, a woodpecker's tattoo shattered the intense quiet like small arms fire. Overhead, squadrons of Canada geese flew south like dark arrows in the sky. They were the only signs of life...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Hunting: Of Bear, Bow & Buck | 11/14/1969 | See Source »

THIRD DAY. A chill, gusty rain whipped through the trees. "This is good," said Fred. "The deer's vision will be dimmed by raindrops on their eyelashes." Toward nightfall, as the downpour subsided into a fine mist, Fred spied a big buck munching on ground hemlock 80 yards away. Slowly, silently, Fred positioned his razorhead arrow and watched for five, ten, 20 excruciating minutes as the buck worked his way toward the clearing. But suddenly, he jerked his head, wriggled his nose, and was off into the bush. "Damn!" exclaimed Fred as he huddled over the camp stove. "With...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Hunting: Of Bear, Bow & Buck | 11/14/1969 | See Source »

...tracks in the clearing, Fred whispered: "They're moving out of that shintangle [thicket] over there just after sundown." At dusk, as he watched a deer 100 yards off through his binoculars, a red squirrel barked behind him. Turning, Fred looked straight into the eyes of the big buck standing 20 yards away. Startled, the deer quickly thumped off into thick cover before Fred had a chance to react...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Hunting: Of Bear, Bow & Buck | 11/14/1969 | See Source »

...coho salmon she had "pulled outa the crick this mornin' " as well as photographs of the half-grown pet bobcat she had "potty-trained." Then, handing Fred a sponge soaked in anise oil, she confided: "Don't breeze it around, but that's the best buck lure there is. Just hang it on a tree near your blind." "How long will it last?" Fred asked. "For three rains," she replied...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Hunting: Of Bear, Bow & Buck | 11/14/1969 | See Source »

...made from the sex glands of a doe. Nothing worked. "The only thing left to do," said Fred, blackening his face with soot, "is hunt by moonlight and shoot by shape." Shortly after dusk, his eye caught the reflection of antlers in the moonlight. Again it was the big buck, and again he was moving enticingly close-70 yards, 65, 60. Then the wind shifted, the buck snorted and disappeared into the night...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Hunting: Of Bear, Bow & Buck | 11/14/1969 | See Source »

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