Well here are some photos of a deer my dad and I are calling Lucky, because he will be lucky to live one more year. We first caught on to this deer's habits last year. A neighbor of ours spotted this buck crossing the road that is just to the left in these pictures almost everyday around noon. The funny thing is that at the end of this field as you can kind of make out in some of the pictures is my parents house. We have a feeling that he beds down in the morning across the road in a field, takes a walk and beds down on a very thick rocky hillside about 300 yards from my parents house. A spot that we have never bothered to hunt because it is so thick. Lucky will be lucky to make it one more year.

I would love to hear some score guestimations.