This is the buck I got last hunting season. There was a fresh inch or two of snow on the ground and I ran into him chasing a couple of does about a mile away from my truck.
My buddy Gary Stark called me Sunday night to see if I wanted to go for a Tuesday all day hunt. This was the first week of big game rifle season and I happened to have the day off. We decided to meet at the gas station that morning and Gary jumped in my truck to go chase whitetail and elk. We arrived at our hunting spot about fifteen minutes before shooting light. After getting all of our stuff ready Gary and I talked about the game plan. You need to understand that Gary is a good luck charm. Everytime he goes with somebody they end up filling their tag. Gary on the other hand only seems to give luck and not get it. He is a good sport and a great pack mule. I told Gary that he could shoot the first buck we saw that day (or should I say shoot at the first buck we saw). So Gary and I walk down an old logging road at first light with snow lightly falling down. We were about thirty minutes into the hunt when I happend to look up and see a nice whitetail buck cresting the ridge. It looked like a picture you would see on the front page of a hunting magazine. I raised my gun up and told Gary about the buck. He was unable to locate the buck and whispered that he couldn’t see it. As Gary spit the words can’t see it out of his mouth I squeezed the trigger. The buck was about 250 yards up the ridge and I could see him stumble away after I shot. After a few choice words from Gary that were directed towards me we started laughing. Is this really happening to Gary again? All I could think is thank god I brought my good luck charm with me. We walked up to where I had shot the buck and found good blood. Gary and I tracked him through a light skiff of snow and there he layed about twenty feet from where I shot him. After giving each other high fives and Gary relaying a few more choice words to me we took some pictures and cleaned the buck out. We drug him down to the logging road below us and I told gary that I would head back to the truck and get the game cart. We made a plan for Gary to continue hunting since I could drag the buck out myself with the cart. I had the deer back to the truck about an hour and a half later where I met Gary who of course didn’t have any luck. This was a very memorable hunt and now I have the rest of the season to remove the black cloud from over Gary’s head and try to get him a buck.
This buck was claimed to be killed in the Wildcat Hills area. It scored 332 with 41 points, a 43 inch spread with 35 inch main beams and 7.5 bases. New Nebraska state record! Sorry picture quality is a little rough.