January 16, 2016
For the past six weeks, I've been hunting a giant non-typical buck like a man possessed. That old buck was on my trail camera on December 3 for about an hour in the morning. He had matching forked G-2s, several small drop tines, and mass on his beams like a small bull elk would. I guessed his rack was about 180 inches. In mid-November, a friend filmed the same buck on a non-hunting, neighboring property 1.3 miles from my blind back, and I've hunted tirelessly for that Texas deer every time I can. In the process, I passed a dozen other bucks, from spikes to mature eight- and ten-pointers. Sometime around Christmas, it set in that I probably would not see that non-typical buck again. He was not on my trail camera before December 3, and I haven't seen him since. So I've kept my hopes up, but decided a mature 10-pointer I've passed up twice is too good to let walk again. I've nicknamed the buck "Lucky."