I got my first picture of him back in July. I spend a lot of time scouting in the off season and I was able to narrow down two of his bedding areas that were not very far apart. I patiently hunted from the outside in the early season just hoping to capitalize on an evening hunt when he would get up early to feed. I had a few very close calls with him early season and had decided not to shoot a couple times for various reasons; edge of my comfortable range, not good enough light, etc. As the rut activity intensified, I knew my chances were getting slimmer by the day. He would leave his little home range and search for does and I would worry each day that he might never make it back home. Prior to the start of gun I made the decision to not lay down any scent on the property and allow the pressure from neighboring properties to hopefully bring him back. It worked like a charm. While most hunters I talked with had a slow opening morning in the area, my sister who was along with me on this hunt and I saw several does and small bucks. Around 7:40 my sister said “buck! Buck!” And I could tell it was on. You’d just know it was a good one by the way she said it. I raised the .450 and threw the ever famous “meeeh” at him. He stopped to look and I squeezed the trigger. He wouldn’t make it over 70 yards with that well placed shot. He is my biggest buck yet and one we named double split brow, or DSB as I like to call him. Unofficially scored at 140⅛”