Nov/Dec 2010 EBJ (Issue 62) - Darkness was fast approaching as I glassed in search of the big mulie buck. I had learned about the buck from a local farmer, who simply said, “He has lots of points; too many to count.”
Many miles and gallons of gas have been consumed chasing tips like this, and usually they end with nothing to show for it. Ghost hunts of the past were running through my mind as I glassed the mahogany sea of milo.
I noticed a deer walking through a stubble field to the east, and as soon as I found it in the glass, I knew it was the deer I was searching for. I scrambled to get the spotter on him as he lumbered across the field and barely caught a glimpse as he disappeared over the horizon, but it was enough to know he was very massive and fit the farmer’s description.