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.

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I wanted to free the buck because I would rather tag him the right way. We could not free him without one of us getting hurt..he was THAT big. I asked Beth if he would go to a needy family and she said NO. His meat would be unfit to eat because he was overheated and adrenaline would have tainted the meat..he would go to the landfill. I could not live with that, so I tagged him and made use of him. Would I have done the same for a 5 point? You betcha. It wasn't about the rack. I have the rack but I didn't get him fair chase so it means squat. I didn't want to waste him. I took a chance on the meat and he tasted rather good. I ate him up.
You can call Beth and ask her. I'll give you her number. She said she never met a greater sportsman than the likes of me. Never. She's a great WCO BTW!