So Saturday was the last day of the season and I had big hopes for a monster mulie but they were fading fast. On my way from one area to another, I spot some deer way out in a coulee and quickly get the spotting scope out to see whats up. I spot a couple of decent bucks following some does into a draw and have to change by game plan to go in for a closer look. After turning the truck around to ask for permission from the land owner(heck of a nice guy BTW), I drove around to some abandoned buildings and headed out after them still unsure if I was wasting my time or not. Working my way around a hill I spot a couple of does then one buck...then another...then this guy. I knew immediately he was the one, while not the biggest buck in the area, he was a trophy for me. With no chance of getting closer due to the bare canola field I settled in and ranged him at 501 meters, the .260AI cracked and the 140 berger did the rest. I not only wish I had someone with me to enjoy the moment, I could have used a hand getting him into the back of the truck! I think he's a pretty cool deer anyway.