No I 'm pretty sure I don't. I'll look. Here's the shot blown up 400x's.
I was quite pissed at my brother for getting such a big deer. I tried not to show any reaction to the size. Like I say both sides of the rack were busted off. It was obviously a ten pointer, maybe twelve? The body was huge, certainly the biggest deer I've ever seen. I didn't even bother taking any pictures of my puny eight pointer next to his.
It was my own fault. The hunt would have been over 24 hours earlier when I shot at my second buck (would have used my brothers tag) but I tried some fancy dude shooting thru the heart and shot low nicking the sternum. It would have been the end of his hunt, and a glorious end it would have been, filled with humilation.
He had forgotten his ulcer medication and the only thing he could get where we were at in Northern MN was "Tums." He bought a big jumbo bottle of 300 and had to eat them like candy to get rid of the pain. Well...they have a stool softener in them and guess who was spending all his time in the outhouse with diarrhea? He couldn't even sit in a tree stand for 10 mins so he stayed in the cabin hunting out the window in between runs to the outhouse!!! Haaaaaaaaa!!! It was great.
Weds morning I race into the cabin yard with the ATV and my 8 pointer, circling, doing a victory lap, hooting and hollering. He came out to look, his face kind of contorted, and he ran to the outhouse. I hooted even more and almost lost control of the ATV.
Well Thurs night after I missed the second buck he decided diarrhea or not he was going out to a tree stand Friday. I thought for sure he would crap in his pants out there so I encouraged him to go, younger brother that I am. Well 20 mins after he got out to a stand we call "Hunters Rock" he was cramping but he roughed it out and for some very strange reason he was able to stay the entire day out there and never came back in. The last 10 mins of shooting light the buck came through and he said he thought it was a spike. After the shot he confirmed it was a buck but never really looked closely at it because he was worried about finding his way back to the cabin in the dark and in fact got off the trail x3 he said.
He had forgotten a flashlight. And he knew I would have left him out there until about 10 p.m. just like he left me walk back to camp one night when we were bear hunting. It was a 6 mile walk, and when I hit camp he announces, "I was just about ready to go look for you."
Anyway when I saw his deer I told him, "That thing don't even weigh 200 pounds!" I just kept playing down the size even though I knew it was big. The only good thing is he got scope bite from the 30-06 and was bleeding pretty good when he got back to the cabin all excited and out of breath. I had big 8x10's made up and made sure the boys at his workplace got copies to post around!! What are younger brothers for!!
Poopy pants with scope biteHere's a slightly better shot of his deer. The original pic is 35mm film and I'm taking close ups with the digital, so poor quality.