Struggled out in the drizzle, fog and early morning blackness Thanksgiving morning against my better judgement. Half an hour after legal sunrise I watched this buck slowly emerge from the fog and disappear straight into the brush. Half an hour later as the fog burned off enough to see again, he was standing in the middle of a crowd of does just at the edge of the clearing not far from where he'd disappeared earlier. Not a Kansas Monster, but completely respectable for the Texas Hill Country. The real surprise came when I started skinning him and discovered he was a stag!