Free: Contests & Raffles.
Here's the second buck I ever killed (the one all the way over on the right). Must have been about 1987. I was sitting in my treestand during a windstorm waiting for my Stepdad to pick me up. It was so cold I had my face inside my coat, out of the wind. I poked my head out, and saw this buck standing right underneath me. I thought it was a cool little rack, so a few years ago, I stuffed it as a "practice" deer. Didn't turn out great (Ebay cape, the lips kept ripping), but I hung it up for a while. It lives on the wall of the guest room now...