The first time I actually saw him was on November 27. At last light, he stepped out of the mesquites near a windmill. He sniffed a few does, chased them a little, but it was too dark for a shot. I saw him again from the same blind on November 30. Split Ear came out from a different canyon at 5:50 p.m. By the time he'd made it to the 50-yard mark, it was too dark. He disappeared, head held low, sniffing the ground for does. And he looked huge! I guessed his live weight at 250 pounds. The weather that week was unseasonably warm, with highs in the 70s.