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When the Season Closes, His Season Begins
When the last shot echoes across the ridgelines of Carinthia and the woods finally grow quiet, most hunters hang up their rifles and turn toward winter stories and shed antlers. For Eric Leitner, that’s when the real rush begins. Up on the Kreuzen above Paternion, Austria, trophies start arriving at his workshop—carefully wrapped capes, antlers still carrying the scent of the rut, birds frozen mid-wing. To the hunter, they are memories. To Leitner, they are responsibility.
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