By Scott Bestul
When the deer season is on I exist, for much of the time, in a sustained period of bliss. Events that would normally chap my hide suddenly become inconsequential, sliding past me like water off an otter’s tail. There is, however, one exception…and it’s unique to deer hunting: Lousy harvest pictures.
We all have our personal irritants, and mine is this: A guy shoots his proverbial buck-of-a-lifetime and instead of taking a little extra time to set up some nice photos, he turns a Kodak moment into a PETA ad. You’ve seen as many of these as I have; the plastic tarps, the rope-cinched necks, the sagging tongues and the pickup beds awash in plasma. I understood them better before the digital age, when most of us photographed with the snap-n-pray technique. But these days? There’s no excuse.