Byrd saw what he estimated to be a 160-class buck a few weeks ago. After seeing the buck chase a doe into a patch of woods, Byrd sneaked in to wait him out. "After about six hours of lying on my stomach," Byrd recalls, "I heard antlers crashing, and the big buck later ran and ended up way too far for any kind of shot. Then I heard running, and looked up and a smaller buck came running out right in front of me spinning in tight circles and twitching his neck. He then fell down with snot spraying out of his nose. Then he never moved. I called my Dad and he came and we walked up. It was dead. One side of his antler base was very loose and actually had a hole in his head behind it. His neck couldn't twist all the way around [because] it was broken. It was amazing. That buck was around 16 inches wide!"