When I was in high school in Oklahoma I hunted a large albino for two seasons. I only saw him once about two weeks before the first season I hunted him and he looked to have at least ten points; the farmers in the area saw him pretty regularly and that kept me coming back. There were several of us trying to get him, but I guess he died of natural causes because I never heard of anyone taking him and he had become something of a local legend, so I am sure I would have known if someone had got him. By the end of the second season I decided to give up bacause I started thinking of myself as Ahab in search of the Great White Buck.