Crap, this buck is hardly worth a pic! J/K I was surprised to come upon this guy in the middle of the day, but that's what the moon phases will do for ya. I actually saw him last Sunday with another small forkedhorn, and had a shot at about 25 yards, but passed. This guy was standing in the middle of a dirt road, under an overhangin gmaple. I got my rifle on him, but as he was looking at me straight on, and in the shadow, I couldn't really get a bead on how big his rack might be. He turned for a sec and I thought he was a good forkedhorn, so I dropped him. I think I was charged up to shoot a buck after having passed on so many. Like I said, last time I passed on small bucks, my season ended with no meat in the freezer. So, I dropped him in the road, walked back to where I had parked my trusty little Samurai, and drove right up to him. Easiest drag ever. He still weighed 110 pounds after I had him gutted, which is not bad for my area. I hope I can find a big buck 'fore the season ends!
I'd have turned in the poaching fokkers. It's a shame to see an animal go to waste. I should start hunting birds. I need more practice with the shotgun on flying targets. Good luck, blazin'.
Oh yeah, a pic.
I shot a rattlesnake also, Saturday evening, Speer Shotshell loads in .38 Special really do the trick.
I also got my Samurai stuck in some nasty clay that was disguised as dry mud. I drove into it and the bottom dropped out on the left side.

It is bone stock with stock street tires, luckily I had a 30,000 pound tow strap and a 6,000 pound come-along, my recovery gear.

I was able to winch the right rear tire back into firm contact with the ground, put 'er in reverse, and got a little traction. I kept having to pop the clutch to get little 'bursts' of torque, but I managed to inch my way out. I was almost stranded, about 6 miles from camp, on the other side of the hill, 45 minutes before dark. I was mucho relieved to get out of that crap.