Heading down the driveway to go to work this morning, and I see something white over on the edge of the field. Get out of the truck to check it out, and it's a dead 8 pointer! I figure it must have an arrow in it somewhere (rifle season starts tomorrow). Nope, no arrow. Did it get hit by a car and make it this far and die? Nope. The Friggin guy got his antler stuck in a root last night and either broke his own neck or exhausted himself to death! I called the warden, he says "no shit? I got to check this out! ". Told me to take pictures as it lays, then go ahead and take care of cleaning him out of I want him. He'll come over later and give me a tag so I don't have to use mine.