Thanksgiving morning 2003 this massive tall tined eight pointer busted through the fog and rain like a ghost just appearing at about 30 yards from my stand.  He would have ran directly underneath me if I wouldn't have stopped him with my voice at 7 yards, which is where he took a seat for the last time.  This is my biggest buck so far and this proves letting the little ones go all season CAN pay off at the end.

 

2003 turkey season my buddy and I pulled a double on these two jakes.  Both of our first birds.