I posted this a few years back. Grandson Jackson spotted this guy under the backyard feeder one year and wanted me to kill him for a euro mount for his bedroom wall, How do you say no to your youngest grandson. We donated the meat to a local food bank program and they were happy as heck with him. Dressed in the 200 lb range on Uncle Lee's scale, he was being stupid and had his mind on a pretty young doe and forgot to look around that day. When I put a bolt thru both lungs he only ran about 25 yards and fell over in a ditch, it took two of us along with my ATV with winch and a chainsaw to move him 50 Yards to where I could get a strap around his antlers and drag him out. The wife was standing on the deck with 91 dialed on the phone because she just knew I was going to flip that Yamaha over backwards on top of me but we survived.