BlakeA
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It was mid November and we had just received a major blizzard. I was hiking in deep snow through some ravines when I crested a ridge that was about shin deep. My boot caught something really hard in the ground and I landed flat on my face. Rifle and scope caked with snow I got up and turned around to see an antler sticking out and frozen to the ground upside down. My boot fit perfectly inside it under the snow. After I grabbed the shed I had to go back to my truck and clean my rifle and scope out. While hiking back I thought to myself "what are the odds of that and man would I like to run into that buck if he was still out there". Two weeks later I notched my tag on that same buck. I didnt know it until I walked up to him. Had never seen him before and couldn't wait to get home to compare the shed. Perfect match.
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