Golden Boy

A heavy-racked buck lies at the base of an old stump, a lever-action rifle propped against the wood beside him. The autumn leaves have piled up in drifts of orange and gold, and the late afternoon light turns everything to amber. It's the scene at the end of a successful hunt—that quiet moment after the work is done, when you finally get to sit down and take it all in. The title fits: this is somebody's golden boy, a buck worth remembering. Warm, painterly light gives the piece the feel of a memory, the kind of afternoon that stays with you.