The morning of the 10th day, 2nd to last hunting morning dawned cold and clear. We found this spot the day before but got there late in the afternoon. We still spotted a lot of deer bedded in the trees but no mature bucks. We made the plan to head there early the next morning to be first in the spot. As it started getting light we were seeing deer everywhere. I spotted the big 2x3 first. Down the ridge from this buck was another 4 point pushing does that would score around 160's. We moved around the hill and found a group of does with no buck. Glassing farther down the ridge was a small loner 4 point. I just happened to glass back up to the group of does and spotted the buck running with them. He looked good but I knew he wasn't the 200"er that I was hoping to take home. He was no doubt a stud but with the short G2's I just didn't know. I called my dad over for a second look and he said he was way to good to pass up. With only an evening left that would be nice, Sunday had another storm coming so who knows how the hunting would be, I decided I should make a run at him. I was able to close the distance to 485 yards. A little farther then I had hoped but he was pushing his does to the top of the hill and was only 20 yards from going over. I moved three different times to try and get a steady rest. The last was the best but even then not as good as I hoped. This was my setup. The buck was next to the upper Cedar close to the top.
This what the deer was looking back towards before I shot.
I got as comfortable as I could and put my 500 yard mark just above his back. I squeezed one off and saw the deer jump. Unfortunately it was just because I scared the chit out of him. He ran around the juniper and now was facing head on. Feeling the rush now I laid the cross hairs on him again and fired. I instantly lost him. Damn I missed again. I started scanning the hillside and couldn't find him. His does were running everywhere and I was getting nervous. That's when I started hearing the cheers from up on top the hill. I took a closer look and could see the buck laying stone dead next to the tree. This is what I saw from my scope once I found I had not missed.
I waited for my dad to show up so we could walk up to him together. I had found why he dropped as he did. I had taken him right in the neck just below his chin. Being the meat hunter I am I couldn't have made a better shot to save all the meat.

He was a stud of a buck and a true warrior. He had scares up and down both sides of his neck and shoulders.
After skinning the buck I found 3 to four puncture wounds in his shoulders and he was completely blood shot from the neck down. It looked as if he was shot with a shot gun.
I truly feel like I did this old warrior a favor. Then I pulled up his leg and knew I had done the right thing to put this guy out of his misery. This poor fella had very little blood left in his testicle.