This past season, I found myself in an odd situation. In the spring of 2021, I helped a friend who worked for a guy who owns a beautiful deer hunting farm. My son and I had killed a lot of does at the place over the last four or five seasons and I had, two seasons before, seen there the largest buck of my life. This deer was bigger than any I had seen at hunting shows, in taxidermy shops, or in anyone’s home. He was a whopper, but we only had permission to shoot does. So, despite the fact that the huge trophy had walked within 20 yards of my rifle, I could only watch him as he checked out the estrus status of the does in the field.
I helped my buddy free of charge, but the property owner was extremely grateful because he had a huge job to do
