Letting this guy walk this year unless I can find his other side. Between game cameras I have him narrowed down to a 10-hour window between there and lost. I know what areas he traveled most of that period. Still no luck.
Looks like he was an absolute hoss. My kinda deer. But, I would want the one that broke him. What a body too!!! By the way, welcome to our forum. If you got more like him, you will fit in good.
Last edited by freerange; 12/18/2401:57 AM.
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I love horns just as much as the next guy, but that's a lot of meat standing there! He'd be in my cooler. Plus, you never know what's going to happen between now and next year. Just my
I love horns just as much as the next guy, but that's a lot of meat standing there! He'd be in my cooler. Plus, you never know what's going to happen between now and next year. Just my
You don’t like horns as much as some or you would let him walk. 2 does would be much better meat and maybe you could get him next year.
I think it was the first or second year we owned the ranch in '13 or 14. It was Thanksgiving day and it pour rain just about all day. It was warm near 70 as I recall. About 4:00 pm the rains let up and I saw breaking clouds and a bit of blue skies. I checked the weather radar and it looked as though the rains were done. We had lust finished Thanksgiving dinner. I told my wife I was heading to my double tripod. I grabbed my rifle and camo jacket. Just after 5:00PM the clouds came back in. I heard a crack of thunder and lightening and the clouds opened up and poured heavy for ten plus minutes. I was soaked to the bone. The winds shifted from the north and the temps started to drop. I was soaked and freezing.
I was getting ready to get down and call it the day. For some reason I cracked my rattling horns together yo see if anything was near. I had a massive 10pt come charging into the food plot no more than 50 yards away. He was the first and only 150/60 class deer I've ever seen on my ranch. My teeth were chattering, I was shivering and miserable from being soaked and cold. Too cold to pull the trigger so I let him walk. I figured I would go after him at first light. We never saw him again. The only camera picture we had was that evening. He was magnificent, the best buck ever on camera! I kick myself all these later for not dropping him. After that I look more closely at the weather reports.
Distance is not the issue, but the winds can make it interesting!