This story begins back in the early fall of 2011. I had gotten some trail pics of a monster 10 pt. Finally on Nov. 15th I see the deer in person. He is cruising by, but I am able to get a shot off with the muzzle loader. He kicks and runs off into a thicket. I get down and find blood and then another 20 yds I bump him. I had no shot as he runs off. A friend went back a few hours later and we follow blood for a while then lose the trail. A couple other guys go look for me the next day but no luck. After I got off work, I go to check a big ravine and see him. He tries hobbling off so I run and try to circle around him. He never showed and I never saw him again. Fast forward... This past week while talking to another guy who hunts the same property we start talking about some of the bucks in the area. I was telling him my story about the buck I lost and he says I'm describing one he has hanging on his wall. "Do what!!!" He explains that while mushroom hunting following spring he found a skeleton of a big buck laying in a small stream. He took it home and had a European mount done. He said I was welcome to stop by to look at it. I had sent him the trail pics I had it and he sent a pick of the rack. We were both sure it was the buck I shot. I was finally able to check it out today and it was the one. After talking a while I ask how much it would cost for me to take it home. At this point I have no idea if he will be generous or a jerk and want to keep it. He told me he had $130 in the camo dip and just wanted his money back. I was more than excited. I couldn't get the money out fast enough. I am so thankful that this guy was so genuine and willing to part with the rack after 4 yrs. So, yes, there are still good guys out there. I was finally able to put a happy ending to this story. He is my biggest deer with a gross score in the mid 160s. Needless to say, this is one of the best days ever.
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