We hunted hard the next day to try and find a better buck. We did and on two occasions the hunter missed on shots that most wouldn't have, granted the wind was blowing again and some lessons learned. Our best chance was a moment when I knew what small secluded meander scar existed that they love to resort to when spooked. I said lets go and take a look. Like on cue when we reached the fence at the bottom of the coulee before sneaking around the corner, we met Big Hank again. This time we had him broadside at 250 yds and a fence post to lean on. He shot twice and missed high both times as the snow evidence later revealed. He was the best buck we had seen and would have been close to 190" typical. Tall, dark, clean with big backs and tall fronts to match. I just wanted to see what he looked like up close...... oh well, Lessons learned by them and he made the switch to bro's gun. Later that day we found our eventual buck we would find for him. We obtained permission via cell phone and made a two mile stalk through the snow and got busted by one lonely muley fork horn that blew out all the deer in the valley. We were physically exhausted and had to walk several miles back to the truck. We were so cocky we had him that we even drug the sled....... Tails tucked between our legs, we hauled back to town and got some rest for the morning. This buck also had an extra in-line point, but on the the other side.
