What a jackass. Does anybody want to tell him the story of when I found a huge 10 point alive with one antler tangled in a fence on the morning of last day of archery? How I tried to free the buck even though not a soul knew about it and I had a bow in my hand and a tag on my back? How I called Beth Fife and she came out. How we could not free the deer and had to put it down? How I sacrificed my tag so that the buck didn't go to the landfill? How my cherished buck hunting ended that day and all I got was a butcher bill?
I don't think old truth twister really understands or get's hunting and sportsmanship.
I remember your story, I have often wondered if you would have used that cherished buck tag on a little 5 pointer, or would you call a game warden and let him take care of the buck, I know what your answer will be but I still wonder.
