He was a local legend and a buck I called Tripod. He had been seen for the last 3 years at least missing his left front leg. He was top of my hit list. After multiple sits sneaking into a stand with the right wind direction from where I knew he was bedding 60-80yds away. Having multiple encounters of watching him on his rub line in a thicket that I couldn’t get him to come out of for a clean shot I was finally able to do him dirty. I had found his sheds from the year before and decided to bring them in with me to try rattling. I had watched how territorial he was in prior sits with other bucks. I scanned all morning with my binoculars and didn’t have any sight of him so I decided to crack his sheds together a few times. A little while later I noticed the thicket at 33yds had some branches moving. Sure enough it was him and he wasn’t happy as he was licking his nose, flicking his tail rubbing a tree. He ended up bedding down there so it was a waiting game that felt like forever. At noon i got him up again agitated after some more coercion. He started thrashing some trees around and I heart shot him at 45yds with my Mathews Triax and he ended up crashing 30yds away. Taxidermist aged him at 6.5yrs