Old Moe was taken by my Grandmother in 1952 or 53. She saw him in thick cedar trees early in the morning and got off three shots but missed him. She tracked him all day until she was clear down off the mountain into the little ridges that finger out into the desert. He'd double back and watch for her coming. Then sneak off on a 90* angle until he hit another dry wash. Then he'd head again for the desert. She almost had him in her sights 4 or 5 times, but the cagey old buck gave her the slip. Finally it got dark and she walked back up into the foothills to meet grandpa on the 2 track. During the night it snowed about 4 inches. She was back where she left the track at dawn but it was now buried in snow. So she just pickey poked along until she came to a tiny patch of cedars. There was a dead fresh buck track coming in to it from the east. With her rifle ready she started down off the ridge into the cedars. Out he came! She pulled up the old .32 special and knocked him down. Out came another buck almost as big. She swung the rifle over and .......Click! She'd never reloaded from the day before. The 2nd buck escaped to live another day. (Party hunting was a way of life in those days) Grandma always thought Old Moe would of kept going and escaped but when he met up with the other buck he stopped and she caught up with him. We have an old picture of him in the back of an old Studebaker truck with an 8 foot bed. His rump is against the cab and his head hangs over the tailgate. He is 38 inches wide today. But Grandma gave him to a guy who wanted a buck. She told him he could have him but she wanted him mounted. Instead, he cut off the head and nailed it to his garden gate where it hung til 1992. When Mr. Grigs died, Grandma called his wife and asked if she might have the horns. I was with her and my Mom when they went to get him. I can only imagine how much he shrunk in the 40 years he spent in the sun. We had a taxidermist dye the horns and put them on a plaque. He scores 193 3/8 but thats not official. Grandma always would grin and say, "If I knew my gun only held one bullet i'd a probably missed him clean"!
you need to get your old pic of that buck scanned and post it for all us buckaholics to see. someday you should get a cape and shoulder mount that old brute. a trophy indeed, for you and your family, probably in more ways then one 
