I've pulled back from social media sites over the past year or two, this one included, but I wanted to drop by and post about a buck I was blessed to harvest recently. I built fence all day Saturday and split wood all day Sunday. I had Monday (Columbus Day) off and decided I'd take a day for myself, so I got up at 5 and headed out to the woods for the day. I sat a in a stand through about 9 and saw only a handful of does in the crisp morning air. I got down to ground hunt a bit and to pull an old stand. I took my time and enjoyed the day. Snacked when I got hungry and stopped out to see my dad for a bit. I set my old stand in a new location around 3 and climbed into it around 5. The wind started to die down around 6:30 and that's when this big guy sauntered out. I could tell he was a shooter, but wasn't able to make out everything that he had going on up top. I ranged him at 52 yards where he stopped to graze a bit. If he continued straight in the direction he was heading, he would enter a nice big window for me, but he kept looking like he was going to turn to his right and disappear into some thick stuff. As he put his head down for the 3rd or 4th time to nibble on whatever, I took a seated shot through the only small window available. Smack! He sprinted about 50 yards parallel with me and I could see the arrow was in the center of his boiler room, but didn't have a ton of penetration. He stopped, and I ranged him at 54 yards, so I shot him again. Another boiler room hit, but pretty low. He went down on his next step, got back up and barrel rolled into the edge of the timber. For the next 20 minutes, I could hear his death throws. The coyotes had started to wail, so I decided to slowly make my way to him and take the risk bumping him. I'd take 3 steps and then wait for his snort and gargle, to pinpoint his location again. It was good and dark before I made it to him, and I nearly stepped on him when he jumped up, took a couple of staggering steps into the woods, and crashed again. I heard him expire, so I knew it was all over. I turned my headlamp on and went in for the full recovery. To my surprise, he was MUCH bigger than I originally thought he was. He didn't have the largest body, but dang he wore quite the crown. (1st shot was through the shoulder blade, a couple of inches above the heart. 2nd shot actually missed his chest and stuck in his inner right knee.) I called my cousin for assistance dragging, and I was so excited I could barely talk. I momentarily forgot where I was. My cousin said he'd come out with his cart and help, then I remembered I had a cart in my truck... Duh. So, under a huge adrenaline high, I had him field dressed, carted out and loaded in no time. Then I met up with my cousin and his son to show them and grab a few pics. The buck has 21 scorable points, (I count 23...), and one broken brow tine, (24 my count...). I didn't put a tape to him before I got him off to my taxidermist, but I'm guestimating him to gross in the mid to high 170's, and might break into the 180's. I'll get him officially scored after I get him back, but it doesn't really matter to me because I already know he's the biggest buck I've ever harvested. Probably one of the highest scoring bucks I've ever seen on the hoof.