The nice racked, 9-point deer was a doe.
The late afternoon sun was sinking when the deer stepped out in front of Maxine Byrd.
Nice set of antlers. She raised her 7mm Magnum rifle, aimed carefully and squeezed the trigger. The deer, 60 yards away, fell dead.
Her son, Terry Byrd, was nearby, and they tagged the deer then moved it to a shed to dress it out. In a few minutes, a surprised Terry said, “Wait a minute. This deer doesn’t have the right parts.”