Gary Lechner (aka HuntnProf) took himself a real beast. How about this whopper? He shared the following in the forum here at MonsterMuleys.com..........
"Luck Buck Monster - Longtime guest on here, and I enjoy reading stories and checking out the pics people post. Well, I believe I have a pic others may enjoy....but gotta work on the story.
Got the 1st week off in October from my teaching job and my wife and I headed outta state to an area we hunted 3 years ago. Only I had a deer tag this time. I started to experience spot and stalk hunting in AZ during the winter archery seasons 5 years ago, and thoroughly enjoyed it (3 hunts, multiple opportunities, no harvest, but tons of fun). Hunting Ca blacktail in timber, or along dense river bottoms is a bit different than glassing. The area we hunted 3 years ago had both, timber and sage, and we were able to spot nice deer in the sage.
Got to the National Forest area we had made home 3 yrs ago and parked the trailer. It had been raining, and snow was forecast for the 1st 2 days of the season. The rain turned the jeep trails into snot...and was going to keep us out of the area I wanted to glass for the multiple days...I was so bummed out...I had planned on heading in a couple miles and spot and stalk hunting each day...now I was going to be forced to hunt the dense timber.
Woke up at midnight to a crazy lightening storm right over us and pouring rain. After a fitful couple hours of sleep we got up early opening morning to snow and very strong winds. Drove 15 miles into the N.F. to park and walked to a saddle Iíd seen deer sign in the last time we hunted there. 25 mph hr winds, horizontal snow, couldn't see 150yds...miserable. After a while decided to head back to camp, eat breakfast and take a drive to my wifeís antelope unit so she could get her 2nd doe and access the upcoming weather forecast. She got her antelope and we headed back to camp. Found out a winter weather alert was forecast for that evening and the next day. As we were driving back in the N.F. rigs and trailers were piling out...do they know something I donít? They didnít have animals, they were leaving ahead of the strengthening storm. Saw one spike and 4 does all day. I think animals were hunkering down.
Woke up the 2nd day and it was 20 degrees, and snowing hard. The storm was forecast to blow strong all day and then clear up, so I was looking forward to the days after it broke. Still hunted multiple skid trails during the day. Almost zero tracks...nothing seemed to be moving in this weather. Hunted near that saddle in late afternoon.
Now...here is the spot that serious mule deer hunters may want to skip...just scroll down to the pic. You may throw up a little in your mouth...I think my good friend (serious mule deer addict) and spot and stalk mentor did when I shared this with him the next day. He threatened to give up hunting mule deer and toss out his hunting gear when I told this to him, as it took him 20 yrs to break 190Ē, and that was just last year....
Frustrated, cold, not seeing animals, we decided that we wouldnít see animals on their feet until the next day after the storm blew out. We hopped in the truck and headed back to the trailer with more than an hour and a half of hunting light left. Tomorrow was going to be the day, I wanted to make an early dinner and call it a day. A mile from camp, as I was looking out my window I caught a glimpse of a huge framed deer ~50 yards into the timber, in an opening not much longer than he was, looking the other way. I told my wife to stop, I hopped out, went around a stand of small pines, saw him still looking away, tried to ignore the headgear and shot. He ran 50 yds and piled up. I knew he had a big frame, but I really didnít know what I shot. As I walked up I saw his huge body, but his head was behind a tree. When I came around the tree and saw it I lost my breath. The next few minutes were a blur. My wife joined me, and she took some pictures, I didnít double check the pics or take the time to really take the time to get good field pics, I was like a robot, it was like I was in a fog. I could not believe what I had shot. We were close enough to the truck to actually drag it there. Unbelievable. The biggest deer Iíve ever seen (and likely will ever see), and I harvested it a mile from camp, spotted from the forest road. Crazy. I have to assume he was either heading down lower from the higher area that got 20 inches of snow, or had just gotten up and was moving as the storm broke. Either way...he was my Luck Buck. I think I used my luck for the rest of my lifetime at that instant."