Regarding post #1
I haven't read the rest of the thread yet, but here's my opinion concerning the OP...
I believe that any animal that a hunter chooses to take, be it a 180 class booner, or a small 4, or 6 pointer is a trophy, was given to the hunter by God, and should not be made fun of, but rather embraced as a true trophy. Any thoughts?
I agree. It's not all about how big the rack is so much as how the hunt played out and the meat the hunter is blessed with. Most "real trophies" seem to come off of managed private land with high fees. However, everywhere else, there are bigger and smaller bucks of different age groups. Most of us are probably lucky enough to have the option to take a buck with a smaller rack most of the time. But then, if a guy happens to be in the right place at the right time and the ol' big'un walks out and the guy gets him, he's suddenly everybody's hero. He didn't necessarily do anything special, yet everybody's so antler-obsessed they can't see the steaks are probably just as good on the buck with the smaller rack.
Here's another thing... the rack size ain't dependent on the bucks age. Even if an old buck (7yrs+) has a small rack, he's still a trophy because for one thing, he didn't get that old by being stupid.
Thanksgiving Day of last year, I killed a 3-4 year old buck... he had three points. I still have those antlers. We've eaten most of the meat... that's some good meat. Thing is, he was built thick and heavy and he was packing more fat than we'd usually seen. Thing is, a retired game warden told me, from looking at those antlers, that my buck was inbred and needed removing from the gene pool. Not only that, while we were cutting that one up, we found he'd been packing somebody's broadhead and 10-12" of aluminum arrow shaft diagonally under his spine, back over his guts. That arrow wasn't new either, but it didn't keep him from running does. Still, there's two reasons he didn't need to be out there. The real wierd part... I missed this buck the Friday before Thanksgiving, then I missed him again the day before Thanksgiving. Don't ask me why I missed; adrenaline's wierd, even with smaller racks, sometimes. But, I went to the range and checked my rifle's sights Thanksgiving afternoon and got right back out there that evening... got him 20minutes before dark. Was it God sent him back around so I'd have a second or third chance, or was this buck just so intent on the does? Either way, I was blessed with a good kill and good meat for my efforts.
Now, on to the rest of the thread...