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This was my second buck. I'll have to dig for a picture of my first.

My brother had killed his early. It was a real wall hanger in those days. I believe I had spooked this buck earlier in the day. Amid a snowstorm again, he came out of a cutover thicket just before dark. The old .300wm did it's work. My grandfather had a buddy hunting with us who was none too happy for fear of getting snowed in. I hadn't given it any thought....