I got the scoop on that buck, hell of a hunt I'm told...
There had been a good buck coming into the does in the yard and a buddy of ours was down hunting the late buck hunt. It was the last day and they were on there way back to the house and Fred told them to come over and wait for the buck he had been seeing to come out, rules being that he couldn't shoot any of the local bucks that frequent the yard throughout the year. Al (pictured) came over and was drinking coffee and playing cribbage, when all of a sudden he said I'm out, spike! Since it wasn't a buck that Fred had ever seen before Al made a really good stock over to the sliding glass door and carefully opened it up and took aim....
