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This is the buck my brother shot the evening of opening day. It ended up getting stolen from him by some fat lazy road hunter from Nevada. We decided to name it the ?Dirty Buck? because we hope that the low life that took it will never feel good about what he did. It would have been my brother?s first archery buck. His shot was a little far back, but blood immediately started to poor out and there was a good blood trail going from the top of the ridge where he shot him to the bottom of the hill where these road hunters jumped it from its death bed. My brother only waited 20 minutes to start tracking him because he could hear people driving around down below and felt uneasy. He followed the good blood trail through the trees until he reached an opening where he saw 6 guys standing around his buck. He then started running down the hill and the guys quickly started dragging it to their truck. When he got down to them they were loading it up and he asked them if the buck had been hit and they said yes but they shot it again and killed it. My brother, out numbered 6 to 1, went from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows as he knew they were not going to give the big buck up. When my uncle, two cousins and I caught up with my brother and heard what had happened we were furious. We decided to track down the guys and call the authorities. We were able to get a town marshal to respond (we were hoping for a game warden) and then we found two of the guys driving the vehicle that they loaded the deer into. The marshal had the men call there buddy and tell him to bring himself and the deer to our location. While we were waiting for the man to arrive the marshal told us that he didn't think that there was much that he could do but that we should just stay back and let him do the talking and see what happened. When the guy got there he said that he saw the buck come across the ridge (this was before my brother shot it) then it ran down the hill and he could see that it was limping, when it got to the bottom of the hill it bedded down. He then told his buddy that he was going to sneak up on it and finish it off. He said that his first shot hit it in the butt and it ran a little ways and he then shot it again up its butt and into the lungs and killed it. There was no sign of this supposed kill shot because the deer had been gutted. The marshal never gave us a chance to counter this guys BS story and ended up letting him take the deer. All we have now are these two pictures and a story we will never forget. I can't believe that someone could be so unethical and greedy that they would sneak up on a bloody dying deer, put another arrow into it and claim it for themselves. We later talked to someone from the division of wildlife and they said that there would have been nothing they could do either because the other guy had put his tag on it first. I hope that this will not happen to us or anyone else again, however I am sure it will. I know that if I find myself in this situation again I will not sit back and expect the rightful outcome, but will stand up and fight for what is right.