I was doing a little farming on hard scrabble little place where my hunting
cabin is located. From years of helping with hay and doing minor repairs
for the 2 neighboring farms, I ended up with exclusive rights on over 500
acres. About time sweet corn was ripe I began seeing monster 12 pt buck.
I watched him all that fall. Had him figured out to the max. Neighbor pulled
me a tree top up into corner of hay field for a blind. Opening morning I was
waiting 50 yds from his entrance point. Then about a hour after day light
he suddenly appeared at 150 yds, to far for Shotgun slug. Some thing spooked it and it ran over top of ridge. Before I made my way to top of ridge,
Bam,herd a shot. This was all posted ground., I was hotter than a $3 pistol.
There was a van parked on old closed township road. Deer was laying in field
20yds from van. I was getting all puffed up as I walked up to van. On back
of van was Disabled Vet plate. The old guy sitting in van was ecstatic over
The deer. What could I do? Got tractor, lifted massive buck up and gutted it for him, loaded in his van, helped him into drivers seat, helped him get turned
around in narrow road and waved good- by. Ended up with 125 lb doe that
season.