His name was Silo. Came up as 3.5 yr old with no fear. Saw him daily. Tame as a dog. In the video below, i actually was hunting from the ground and had to move because he wanted to work the scrape. He would watch my som play basketball in front of the house. It was taxing trying to keep him safe. He died to boy who shot him a mile away from a combine. He was 4.5 in video and 5.5 when he died. Hunting the same spot this video was shot (opening day 2018). Got me thinking about him. I wouldnt have shot him if i was starving, but i would lived to be able to track him to really advanced ages. Oh well, ride high old friend….