As the sun rises over a November oak flat, you’re 20 feet up waiting to see if this rut set-up pans out. A doe comes barreling down the trail and you grab for your bow out of habit, knowing what comes next. Nose to the ground and lip curled, the skyscraper of a rack follows the trail to 15 yards. My friend, you’re on the X.
- 60/40 combed ringspun cotton/polyester
- Unisex fit