When Ken shot this buck he had no idea what he had shot. It was the last night of the hunt, and we are getting pretty anxious to shoot something. We were actually lined up to shoot a different buck, but then this buck showed itself. I suddenly pointed to this monster to Ken and said, "Shoot that buck!". And he did. The buck fell behind some thick shrubbery, so he couldn't tell how big it was. As a joke, when I first got to the buck, I yelled back to Ken, " Well, at least you made a great, killing shot!" He screamed back several times-- "What do you mean?!?!" You should have seen his face when he actually saw this toad. Since Ken was my dentist at the time, I knew I had to be careful with my jabs. It was all good in the end.
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