I thought the same thing when I saw the picture but just wasn't sure enough to say anything at the time. Are there any other features other than the antlers to set it apart? We have killed several over the years with similar antlers and have no whitetail for several hundred miles from here. Here's a couple pictures, my daughters even has forked brow tines. Not trying to disagree but would like to know more about the hybrids as I've read very little about them.
okay never mind on my sons as I just noticed the back split on one side of his.lol
It looks like there is a split on both of your kid's deer. Mike's buck had one beam with antlers coming off it. We have seen other bucks in this area like this. On a scouting trip this summer, I had four bucks within two hundred yards of each other; two whitetail and two muleys. They definitely interbreed in this area.
There are no back forks on either side of hers but I can see where the front is more of a fork than a point off of the main beam when I look at it closer.
I read somewhere that the whitetail bucks breed the mule deer does but not usually vice versa as the whitetail are more agressive. Any idea if this is true?
Congratulations on your success as well by the way. It's great you guys did so well when others around you did not. I see that a lot where one camp fills up and guys just down the road see very little or get nothing at all. I think it really shows the level of dedication some of us put into our hunting and don't just rely on chance to get it done.
When you read Mike's story, you'll see just how hard we did work. We put in the hours and footwork to make it happen. But, boy did we have some fun!! I just heard from the camp right beside us and they also went home empty handed, after 6 days of hunting. Maybe we were just lucky? Something I heard a long time ago..... "the harder I work, the luckier I get".
Someone once told me that you will never shoot a buck in your living room. That is so true. You have to get out there where the deer are! And if the deer aren't there - you need to do it again! I was blessed with seeing not only deer but bucks on every day - it took me more than one try to bag this deer and my last one too!
But with all that said, I have to recognize that every hunt - indeed every breath we take - is a gift from God. It doesn't matter how long you might sit in the same stand, if God decides to send a deer to you - you can kill it. If God sends that deer to the next county - you never will even see it!
This post can be my official online “THANK YOU!” to Arrowflipper
This post can be my official online “THANK YOU!” to Arrowflipper who went above and beyond anything I could hope for or expect to make my western hunt fantastic. I have paid outfitters for hunts that were no where near as well organized or enjoyable. He did an awesome job preparing for our hunt. The hard work he put into planning an preparation really paid off. Not only did he not forget anything that I thought of. He remembered, planned for, and packed things that I never even thought of bringing! The hunt was a total success with Arrowflipper bagging a buck the very first morning. I sighted bucks everyday but it took me until the third day to connect with one that I was sure was legal. I’ll post that tale in the story section today, so keep watch for it to show up soon!
Thank you for the "thank you" Groovy Mike. What a pleasure it was to have you in camp! We not only had a successful hunt, but we had a wonderful time. You are welcome at my campfire anytime. And by the way, that first bite of backstrap looks mighty tasty.
Jim Zumbo, Craig Boddington, Ron Spomer and Wayne Van Zwoll are all solid contributers to the modern hunting literature. Through their gifts (both hunting and writing) they make us better hunters. Whether it is letting us learn from their mistakes or by teaching us new techniques,they help us harvest more game. But I suggest looking to the oldies, the fathers of the outdoor writing craft, to learn tricks that you might have not used.
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