1981: Had hunted this area for about 6 yrs, only seeing does when no doe tag in hand. I popped a back disc that summer but wasn't going to let that stop me. Opening day missed a very nice 8 point. Went back to my cabin and was totally demoralized. Returned next day and had a spike trot over a rise right to me when I was still-hunting up a peninsula after coming in via canoe. I remember thinking "Do I really want to shoot this spike?" Shot it at about 20 yards with the Marlin .444 right through the ribs and was shocked when it didn't drop. Took a second shot through the other side after it had jumped behind a spindly evergreen tree following the first shot. It then ran up over the rise it had come over initially, so I went to put one in the neck but the butt bounded up at the moment of the shot and I ended up putting it up the hoop. I saw the spike hump over before it disappeared over the rise. Those spikes adorn my wall today along with another set of spikes, a 7 point, 8 point, 10 point and 12 point, all from the same general area. They're all trophies to me.





















































