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Article: Coues in the borderlands: for sheer fun, nothing beats a Coues white-tailed deer hunt.
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- Sports Afield
- Article date:
- December 1, 2003
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Back home in northern Utah, three feet of snow had drifted onto the porch. We had come to this part of Arizona--only three miles from the Mexican border--partly to get out of the winter weather and into shirtsleeves. Now, as the pickup idled and we sat in the cab at our campsite in the Coronado National Forest, behemoth snowflakes swirled through the pines and settled onto the half-foot of snow already oil the ground. Cheri and I looked at each other and sighed at the irony.
The cold weather wasn't necessarily a bad thing. We'd come to hunt for the diminutive Coues whitetail (correctly pronounced "cows," after" the naturalist Elliott Coues). Normally, Coues deer ...