He's hanging from the laoder this evening. I bounced him going into the stand behind the barn early this afternoon. When Dawn came home, I had her drive past a bedding area about a quarter of a mile away, and she told me she just had a couple of does jump out and were heading toward me. A minute later, I saw about five headed my way, and saw the buck bringing up the rear. He stopped about one hundred yards away, and I popped him. He went down, but got back up and hobbled off before I could reload my smokepole. Dawn came in from the area he came from, and Jimmy and Eric joined the chase. Jimmy picked up his trrail, and I circled ahead of him on the mule. About the same time I got to the other side of the thicket and swamp, he came busting out and ran right past me, but stopped about one hundred yards past me, and half turned and looked back. Wrong move. It was a quartering shot, but he went right down this time. One tine is half missing from a fresh shot, probably from my shot the evening before last, when he took off and I threw a shot after him. He's 147 pounds, and eight points.
