My godfather is a true horse shoe SOB when it comes to hunting…not a seems lucky cause he out works everyone type, but just a bit luckier than everyone else. I grew up hunting his land in NW LA as a kid. At that time we counted it as a great hunt if you even saw a deer and anything with antlers was a big deal. Then one year he shot what was at the time pretty much only the stuff of legends around there… an “8 point.” None of us had ever seen one on the hoof. And he got it by…smoking a cigarette in a ladder stand which he proceeded to crumple up in his hand before shooting the deer.
It’s been a while but I’m pretty sure there was another “are you kidding me” aspect to the story that I’m forgetting.
