Throwback to the fall of 2012 when my whole world was flipped on it's head. I was actually hunting whitetails when I stumbled on the first single. I could not believe it. I gave up on the hunt, leaned the rifle against a tree and started circling looking for the match. Several hours and nothing. Decided a grid search would be better when I was fresh and had more time. Had to work all week and what anxious week it was. Bright and early on the following weekend I was back at the location and I started my grid. Wasn't much more than 20 mins and I had found the match. Both antlers had slugs and snails on them so the name 'The Slug' was a suitable fit. And that started a 3 year search for this elusive giant. And in that 3 years, not another clue was discovered. No more sheds, no sightings, nothing. The time and energy put in resulted in a big fat zero. Not the first time a big muley has kicked my ass, certainly won't be the last. This is why I do what I do. It is all about the Pursuit, the Dream, the Passion, the Desire, the Sweat, the Tears, the Mystery, the Fails and the Learning. All this is wrapped up in this thing called the Hunt. Success isn't just antlers on the wall and meat in the freezer. It is so, so, much bigger than that!