The Last of the Giant Buck Rubs.

With a sultry seduction, the torn flesh of a fresh sapling could arguably be called whitetail deer hunting's most appealing vision. Like the home run in baseball, the slam dunk in basketball, the whitetail rub remains our most desired of game time features. And why not? With power and intensity these monarchs of our woods crash into these saplings with an intoxication of lust for male dominance. Scraping and tearing their way to the top of the whitetail deer breeding chain.

Below you will see the images of one of these whitetail rubs, and the hardwood who fought back. A reminder to us of how cruel mother nature can truly be. A great whitetail buck, once king of his world, now dead from his own obnoxious behavior. A deer hunter's nightmare really. A buck we all envision gracing our walls after years of chase. Now taken away from us, with little comfort as to how he died.

How is it, this once healthy buck, neglected to just lift his own head high enough, so that he may have escaped this untimely death? Was he alive, do you think, as the onslaught of natural predators poured in, taking his last breath with them? The fear that must have been with him at that first coyote yelp, sounding nearby. Or perhaps, his death was by injury to his neck while making this multitude of rubs?

Bowhunting.com wants to know what your reaction would have been were you the hunter who found this buck in such position. Would you be joyous with the discovery? Or, would you have been discouraged? How would you have felt? Why do you think he died? We want to know.