I can tell you one thing, I had a bitch of a time getting him out. Fifteen hundred feet above camp, my horse came down with a kidney problem and couldn't be rode or packed. So I had a racked-up horse to lead out and a deer to carry.
I was a man then, but it still was a tussle.
It was a long, long day and part of the night.
But worth it.
Fairly decent buck, actually. I didn't have much time to judge horns because he was literally running over me. I shot him under the chin and rolled out of the way and he continued a dead roll for another hundred feet or so.
He may be the prettiest three-point I've shot; and I LOVE three-points. Width is a clean 28-inches.
Steve
