Nov. 1 Blackpowder hunt on the Eastern Shore. About a mile back in the marsh he came to light rattling and some grunting. He snort-wheezed at me and came walking across my shooting lane stiff legged looking for trouble, he found it. A decent 8 evenwithout brow tines(looks like he broke them) probably about 170# on the hoof,give or take a pound.

Sorry for the pic but by the time I got him out and to the skinning area I was beat and didn't even think about posing him too much.