A buddy of mine had him on camera in velvet this summer, but I was hunting a different deer all bow season. A different buddy of mine killed the deer I was hunting, so that’s when I started locking in on this one. I moved all my cameras to the area I thought he was in and started to get him more often. I hunted him for 2 1/2 weeks straight, only taking one morning off. The morning I killed him, it was the opening day of dog season, so I was just going to sit in the stand to see if I could find something to turn loose on, but it was in the area I knew he was in. He came in about 50 minutes after light, chasing a doe, and they both stopped about 50 yards away and started feeding on acorns in front of me. Another buck came in from the right, and he snort-wheezed at him, and the other buck stopped in his tracks. I shot him the first time with a shotgun, and when he started running, he looked 10 times bigger, so I started emptying the gun on him. He went about 50 yards, flickered his tail, and fell over.
