There are few details about this unique piebald deer, but we're sure the hunter -- whoever he is, wherever he was hunting -- had to pinch himself when he leveled his sights on this buck.

Submitted by Jared Blohm, Editor of Trapper & Predator Caller

The Wisconsin gun season started slow at our deer camp. As we headed back to the cabin after Thanksgiving dinner, we only had two deer tagged and neither had antlers. After another uneventful morning on Friday, I decided to hunt a brassica food plot in the afternoon. I thought I'd at least see does and I was ready to fill the freezer.

It was nearing 4 and the food plot was still quiet. I heard something
approaching across the field from the west just after 4. A couple minutes
later, a doe hopped out into the field with a six-point buck right on her
tail. The buck stayed on the edge of the food plot as the doe ate. I brought
my gun up to check out the buck's rack in the scope. It was a basket six. I
decided to pass. As I brought my gun down, the buck turned into the woods
and bounded away. Busted. The doe looked over, but stayed in the field.

I watched the doe eat for about 10 minutes as she made her way closer to me.
If she continued about 10 more feet, she'd be clear of the hanging branch on
my right and I'd have a broadside shot at about 40 yards. Perfect. I was
going to take her. As I waited for the right moment, I noticed the doe kept
looking back towards where the buck had run into the forest. I decided to
wait and see if another deer came out. Sure enough. About a minute later, I
could hear something on the edge of the food plot and spotted movement. I
saw antlers and I thought it was the basket six again.

As the buck walked along the edge of the food plot in the sticks, I got
glimpses of his antlers and could tell he was bigger than the buck I saw
earlier. I raised my gun and found him in my scope. He was about 100 yards
out and wasn't coming out into the open. There was only about five minutes
of shooting time left so I decided to pick my spot and take the shot. I
found an opening, fired and watched the buck run into the woods on the same
trail he came out on.

The blood trail ended only about 50 yards into the woods. We looked for an
hour, but decided to look again in the morning since we were at a dead end.
After a restless night, we continued the search shortly after sunrise and
found the buck laying less than 50 yards away from where we quit looking the
night before.

The camp was in high spirits that night. Nothing turns around a slow season
like a nice buck.

D&DH Web Pro Staffer Chris Kleist shared some good news of his family's Wisconsin gun deer hunt. Writes Chris:

"My dad's farm has been real slow gun hunting the last 7 or 8 years and I  officially gave up gun hunting there a couple years ago. My dad has stayed resilient though, sticking it out, even though he hasn't shot a deer in several seasons. Opening day all morning showed no activity, until about 10:30 a.m.. Dad was hunting a field of tall grass that sits between the crop fields and a small patch of woods. A group of roughly 30 deer came running through the fields right for his hay bale blind. His shotgun is outfitted with a smooth bore bird barrel and fed with plain rifled slugs for deer hunting; he forgot to take his plug out from duck season, and so could only load three shells. As the group approached running through the fields, he used his only three shots to drop three mature does, all perfect vital shots. Then he fumbled in his pocket to get more shells, which for some reason weren't even out of the box yet. He managed to get two more shells in his gun, shot another doe, and his final shot was a 156-inch four-and-a-half-year-old bruiser. The only bad thing that happened was the OTHER 150-inch buck got away!

"I really had to hand it to my dad, sticking it out through all the years of poor hunting, and even sticking with the ol' smooth bore, open sight shotgun and still being able to take down five mature animals in less than 30 seconds, with a reload to boot. Those will be some great pictures when we get them back. The buck is the biggest buck he has ever shot, and he is 56 years old and has hunted his whole life. On top of all that, he actually ended up giving the buck to his hunting buddy. His buddy has never shot a deer in his life, but actually made the "final" shot on the buck. Though my dad's shot was right through the lungs, the buck was able to make it another 60 yards to his buddy's stand, where he shot to put it down. My dad's friend was so excited, my dad took some pictures with the deer and then let his friend tag and officially claim it."

These three Texas bucks put their heads together but couldn't figure out the basics: How to stay alive.

To see more photos of this Texas triple header, see source: Buck Manager