I got the buck gutted and loaded and headed back to camp. My customer had time to spare before kickoff and I enjoyed skinning and cutting up the old buck and eating my lunch sandwich. My next customer was going to be special and hard to please though. I knew we would have lots of fun because my next customer was my wife. She killed a nice antelope in New Mexico last years and was determined to do even better this year. Once I was finished we loaded her gear and headed out. We covered a lot of country and saw some nice bucks. One was really nice but not as big as what she was looking for. Another hunter killed this buck with a bow a day later.
It was starting to get late and decided to start working our way back to camp. I pulled onto the main road and I hadn't driven more than maybe half a mile when I ran into a little group of doe and a buck right next to the road. They were gentle and no more than eighty yards away. They must see dozens of trucks drive past them day in and day out so I assume they didn't think we were any different. I picked up my glasses and started looking over the buck. He couldn't be as big as I thought. Not living right next to the road. He sure did look big though. This is where I am embarrassed but must tell the truth. My wife looked him over. She thought he looked really nice. I TOLD HER I THOUGHT HE WAS 76 AT BEST! She told me several times she would shoot him because he was pretty and there he was 80 yards away and I wasn't listening to my hunter. I was treating it more like it was my hunt. I told her we would drive away and keep this guy in out back pocket.
That night I listened all evening at dinner about how she would have been happy with that buck even if I didn't think it would score that well. I finally agreed that we would go give him a second look the next day and take a poke at him if possible.
The next day we all loaded up in the truck and headed out to find the buck. My last customer road along to watch the show and so did my brother. He was there handling the cooking but wanted to get out and see some country. We went right back to the same area but no luck finding him there. We started driving west and hitting high spots to glass. Right when I was ready to change plans my brother said he could see some antelope to the west on a little hill top. I put the glass on him and immediately recognized him as the buck we had been looking for. Man he looked even bigger than the day before. But he couldn't be as big as he looked. I started ripping the math apart in my head. Meanwhile we got a pic of him in the spotter.
I decided the buck was approachable on foot by coming up the north side of the hill he was on. We got the range finder sticks and weapon and headed out while the other two guys watched the show from the truck. On top of the hill things worked out about as good as Stevie Wonder juggling. A doe busted us and the buck picked a low channel escape route that took him right past us but below our vision. I saw him heading east behind the hill a split second before he was gone. We walked back to the truck and my brother told us the buck and all of his doe ran about ten yards from the truck. and had headed over the next hill to the north. I swung the glass around and found them. They had gone a pretty long way but seemed calm again. We started devising the next path of attack. I picked up the glasses again to look at the landscape and how we could use it in our approach when I realized something was going down. I focused and realized our buck was in a serious fight with another buck. I threw everything in the truck and yelled at every one "GET IN"! This was our best chance to kill him. We took off driving straight at the fighting pair. I told my wife to listen to me and I would tell her which one to shoot as the two bucks were spinning like a top as they vigorously attacked each other. At 90 yards I slammed on the breaks and she jumped out of the truck and chambered a round. Almost at the same time the bucks separated and for the first time it dawned on me. This is a giant buck. He dwarfed the good buck he had just pulled away from. I stayed calm and told her shoot the buck on the right. He stood like a stone broadside huffing air and wild eyed. I think the adrenaline was still racing in his veins. The shot rang out and he crumpled without a step. We calmly got to our feet and began walking to him. He was magnificent. Easily the largest buck I had ever seen personally killed in Texas. My wife thought I was lying when I told her how big it was. I think she was in disbelief too. Since coming home she finally recognized it for what it was. Here is a true Texas Giant.