I call him the Lord's buck. God taught me a lot about patience and what really matters in life through this deer. Hunting in Mitchell Co, Texas. He was shot late evening and crossed the neighbor's fence 15 yards away. We waited until dawn to look for him, I couldn't sleep. After tracking 100 yards the blood trail ended. No buck in sight. I decided to check a dry creek bed for any blood sign, and down one of the fingers saw a coyote's butt moving back and forth on a carcass. In less than 12hrs coyotes had devoured everything except the head, hide, and skeletal system. God reminded me the hunt's not about the buck, it's about friends & family we hunt with and appreciating His wondrous creation.
Rifle used: Browning BAR MkII w/ BOSS in 270Win