By Harold T. Hardee, Jr.
My father moved to Alabama when I retired from the Marine Corps at Redstone Arsenal in Huntsville. He has lived in north Florida all his life, and has hunted since he was a small child. But until the 2007 deer season, he had never harvested a buck bigger than a basket-rack 8 point with a 12-inch spread -- a respectable deer in northeast Florida.
He hunted a property a mile or so from his Alabama house for several years. Late in the season, he spotted a buck that had broken off one side of his rack, so he let him walk. He refused to dishonor such a magnificent animal.
He became obsessed with that buck and vowed to get him the following year. I thought he was crazy. He sat in that stand every morning and every evening since opening day.
Wouldn’t you know it? He wasn’t crazy. He got him. It is by far the biggest buck of his life.