January 20, 2010 at 9:42am
Back in the '80's, I was hunting a big buck near Hattiesburg. For 2 seasons I watched his rubs and scrapes, heard him a few times, never saw him. On the last hunt of the year, I was set up halfway down the side of a hollow, about 100' from his trail between scrapes. I sat until 10am or so. I had heard some noise in the hollow from 100 yds away or more. I was tired of sitting and decided I would walk down through the middle of the hollow. About 150 yds from where I had been, I found 1 side of his antlers, blood still moist on them. It's a perfect half of a nice, mature 8 pt rack.