Well the short story got a few pictures of him in late October. He was living in an area of the farm that made him unkillable. He knew what was coming and going at any moment. He stayed in that area and didn’t venture out of it. The last few days I started to get him on a couple cameras on the opposite end of the farm and they were by my blind. The wind was in his favor but I decided to go out to the blind anyways. Wind was whipping. Does were very skiddish. Saw him in the woods and just before 5 he came out of the woods bumping a doe. Dropped him in the cut corn field. No track job needed. Tagged out.