Like GMMAT it doesnt have to be the biggest and mine wasnt. He was an old 8 probly 12in spread but he was special. I traveled 4 hours away to Bracketville. It was me and my dad 10 days togethr the time i spent withe him was amazing. Evry morning getting up before dark, something. The buck was on the side of a mountain when i saw him. He saw us and made his way around the side we took the gator and pulled up beside a fence and we took off in his direction. When finally got around all the brush and he was still up there so i took probly a 200 yard shot.Dropped in his tracks. Well he dropped, but didnt stop for a while took off rollin down. Now u might think this would help but he rolled into about 2 acres of thicket and thorns at the bottom and on the side. So my dad took off through the thick. Well he couldnt go very far so he came back out so we tryed to go around. We walked about 600 yards around all the thick to a spot les steep for us to up then go donw to him. Well about 2hours after i shot we finally got to him. Then we had to take him back the 600 yarsd o so back up and around to flat land. Then i walked about 200 yards to the gator and went and picked up my dad and the deer.
The whole trip, from the sight of the mountains and brush country, to the sight of monster whitetails, blackbuck axis and different rams, to the father and son times, it was AWESOME. Not to mention, it was my first deer