Joe’s Convenience is the last gas station before the state’s hunting reserve – or the closest, if living nearby. As I head back to the truck to grab my wallet, in the silence that only happens at an unremarkable gas station in rural Wisconsin, leaves rustle in the bushes. I creep close. A deer – or a doe? She stares with huge dark eyes reflecting a sunset during suppertime. She’s beautiful and graceful. I hear her snort. Her ears stand. Snort, breath, silence. I’m so close I almost touch. Then,