I shot this buck on November 15, 1986 at approximately 7:15AM.

Have you ever known exactly where a monster big daddy was going to be on opening day just to have some bone head shoot it out from under you? Well I was that bone head.

My brother had scouted this buck for months.  He knew just where to be opening day to bag him.  On opening day, a large silhouette with two small silhouettes walked in front of my Brother Jeff.

It was too dark to put horns on the deer.  So, he let them walk away. Must just be a doe and two fawns.  The big daddy will be walking through any minute.  He had no idea that the three deer he had just seen were three 8-Point bucks (two yearlings and one 3 1/2 y.o.).

He didn't know until his little *@#$)&%$@)(@& brother, who was on leave from the Army shot.

I was sitting in a blind that I build when I was 14.  It had been a
great blind for me.  There have only been two years in the last 19 that I have not shot a buck there.

I saw the bucks enter the field from my right.  It took me about five minutes or so to put a bead on the big buck. It only seamed like five years.  So, it wasn't so bad.  I was so fixed on the big buck, I didn't even know the other two deer were bucks.  After I shot, he was a**holes and elbows across the field.  I poked him again a few seconds later and rolled him.  He tried to get up, but was just too tired.  He didn't have a heart attack.  But, I don't think he could breathe so swell.

After I couldn't see his breath any more, I heard a shot coming from my Dad.  He was in a hooch on the other end of the field (about 350 yards away).  He shot buck number two, who was also an 8-pointer.  Buck number three was shot on the other end of the 640 about two minutes later.  All 8-pointers.  But, the two yearling racks could pass through mine side by side.

This is my best buck so far.  Key words there are "so far".  It was 13 years ago.  I am due.