Need scoring help on this buck

[Bullquest]

Hey folks. Would just like some scoring opinions on my 2007 Washington buck. I did a quick score just after I got him and am just curious how he looks to other people.

[270Shooter]

I'm terrible at judging but I will just say 165 maybe 170 gross?

[yelp]

nice buck ...189 5/8 gros 179 net??

[jackelope]

160-165

great looking buck...is there is a story to go with the pics?

[bow4elk]

Let's hook up and I'll score him for you.  He's narrow but has long tines and decent main beam length for his width.  He's a 167ish deer, I think.  could be a sleeper with those long G4's though.  PM me if you want to meet sometime and score him officially.

[bucklucky]

First thought that came to my mind was 170 gross. Nice buck!

[stlhdr1]

155ish....  I'd love to have him on my wall....

Keith

[Bullquest]

Well, as a matter of fact there is a nice story to go with the photos. Last year I was running a job on a big pipe line and was working 6 and 7 days a week for 3 to 4 months running. I also happened to have one of my best buds and hunting partners working wit me. As I had taken some time in September to bow hunt elk in Idaho's panhandle with my brother ( in which I missed a 330+ bull at 18 yards by hitting a damn branch!), I really felt that my season had all but passed me by. Needless to say I finally convinced my buddy Randy to do a 6 hour "Bonsai" trip over to our favorite honey hole for the last day of the season!
Now there is a little side bar to the story as my better half had just left for Arizona to help out with our newest edition to the family(grandchild #4). Of course she could not take her own little bundle of joy with her that just happens to be a little Chihuahua by the name of Bob.
Now if any of you out there has one these little mongrels, then you know that they don't like many people. So our trip started out at 6:30 pm on Saturday with Bob on the console growling and snarling and Randy plastered to the passenger window trying to ignore him. Well we finally arrived at our trail head at 4:45am and decided to catch some shuteye until first light. Of course 15 minutes before daylight about 4 trucks with 2 to 3 hunters each pulls up and parks next to us. Needless to say every one starts piling out to get to the trail first. Since this area has a main ridgeline that 98% of the hunters want to get on, that's where everyone was headed. As we geared up, Bob decides he wants to jump out and go on an expedition. After ten minutes of futility in trying to catch him I tell Randy to go ahead without me. 45 minutes later the light went on and I decided to lay down on the ice cold ground and play dead. At this point Bob must have been worried about me because he jumps on my chest and starts to lick my face! Ah Ha! I grab the little bas@#!d and throw him into the truck!
Off I go to the trail, but as I near the ridge I look up and I see about 10 spots of hunter orange spread out all over the place. I decide to hike up this draw that kind of funnels toward the Ridge and as I get to a good vantage point I sit next to a big fir tree and wait to see what I could see. Now, did I forget to say that it was about 8 degrees? Since we left town in such a hurry, all I wore was blue jeans and a work shirt with a light jacket. Lucky I had my day pack with me, as it had several "hot Hands" packets in it. After 1 hour of sitting and me stuffing a hot pack into both front pockets, down my back, in my hat, and sitting on 2 more, I was still freezing my ass off!
You know, I am as tough as the next guy, but all I could picture in my mind was going back to the truck and finding a 6 pound Chihuahua popsickle. Momma would "NOT" have been happy.So, I decided to hunt back to the truck via the little finger ridge just above me. 15 minutes of hiking later and I found myself on a little saddle on top of the ridge. As I stood there catching my breath, I hear a "crumph,crumph,crumph" behind me. I turn and see nothing but huge antlers attached to this deer that is trotting sidehill across the saddle only 80 yards away! I quickly turn sideways and throw an offhand shot at him with my 300 Rem Ultra Mag. MISS! Luckily he stops and I steady for a better shot. BAM! Down he goes. As I walk up on only (and by far) my biggest buck to date, I am overcome with emotions. I circle this beautiful animal and I say thanks to the good Lord for providing me with this wonderfull trophy.
Of course with short planning comes poor planning as I discover I am not carring my knife with me. Rather than walking the mile back to the truck I decide to start dragging this 275# deer guts and all. After busting my butt a couple of hours, I see my truck down the hill and Randy is standing next to it. He hears my hollering and comes up to help drag it the last 400 yards.
I truly believe in luck with a side helping of karma and that also that things happen for a reason. I think my wife's little dog Bob is a good luck charm and I am considering taking him on future hunting trips!

[wastickslinger]

Awesome buck. I'd say 170 ish.

[Bullquest]

That's Bob without the harness. The crafty little guy always finds a way out of it.

[X-Force]

Great story. i hope you get him scored. hes a beaut

[WonkyWapiti]

I would score him as....."Monster"   very nice.

[Bearhunter]

167" gross, very nice looking critter.

[75johndeere]

nice buck!!!  that mount looks pissed off