I promised a few people on here last year that I would post the results of my brother's Nevada hunt after posting some of the bulls we were seeing, but I haven't visited the site much, so I never got around to posting it. So the results are? a big fat 0. It's still, and always will be, a sore spot for my brother, so we don't bring it up much. Especially since it's one of those tags you only draw every 10-15 years on average. We put in about 40 days of scouting prior to his hunt and hunted for 12 days straight. On the morning of day 2, we spotted this guy for the first time since the September rut (his hunt was in November). Even though we saw 2 bulls that would likely score higher, we all wanted this one the most. So we hunted him, passing up a lot of other bulls, for 10 days straight. Unfortunately, with the combination of miscommunication, missed opportunities, a faulty turret and the smartest animal any of us had ever seen, we went home empty handed. On the final morning, my brother took a shot at him as he was heading to bed. The shot completely missed, although we didn't know why at the time. We ran another 1/2 mile in the direction he was heading and I spotted him heading to bed. We bedded him down, snuck to within 500 yards, the closest we could get to any of his bedding areas, and watched about 4 inches of antler for 8 hours straight. He never got up out from behind his trees and we laid on the frozen ground for 8 hours. Then, in his typical fashion, as every other bull on the mountain got up and fed out in the evening, he waited an additional 30 minutes. With 10 minutes of shooting time left, he finally stepped out of his cover and my brother sent one of the steadiest shots he's ever made towards him. He just stood there and I didn't even see any dirt fly. We were as confused as could be and 4 shots later, with the bull still standing there, we packed up and walked out. We later figured out that even though the windage turret on the gun was zeroed, it was not a locking turret and it had spun a full revolution back to zero when taking in and out of his Eberlestock, meaning that his bullet was being thrown 20+ feet to the right of the bull. Well out of my spotting scope's field of view. We ended up calling this bull Slevin, after the movie Lucky Number Slevin, due to about 5 close calls on this hunt of which he came out completely unscathed every time. So in honor of this bull who has earned a place in our history books, I painted him (last picture).
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