Interesting story about that buck with the velvet that is hanging in shreds on the other page:
We did not have any deer tags that day. We were hunting prongs only. Then we saw that monster on the way out. We watched him for a while and dad decided he wanted him. So we drove all the way to Sheridan to the G&F office (~80 miles I think) and bought a tag, then drove all the way back. When we got to the place he was, he had moved... about 50 yards. Dad shot and we had the deer.