Here is my story:

Well, on thanksgiving (2000) mid-morning - I happened to walk into my kitchen and peek out my window. Behold, A BUCK!  Well, I was really excited and grabbed the video camera. I taped about 10 seconds of the buck, noticed it was a non typical deer. I didn't take time to count the points, because it dawned on me, I HAVE A FIREARMS PERMIT - where's my gun!? I grabbed my hunter orange hat, threw on my coat - grabbed my 12 gage and
whispered to my son, "Be really quite, ma-mas gonna get a buck!" He said, "Hurry mom, you get 'em!" Or something to that effect  and my 9 month old was sleeping.

The buck was only about 20 yards away from our house, on the edge of the woods. Standing alone. I noticed a few scrapes around the area so I knew a buck was near by, but I didn't realize how big. I practically crawled on my tummy to our above ground swimming pool... and slowly stood and aimed my gun. He noticed me. I quickly made the shot. It was clean. GOT HIM! He ran a few yards and dropped. I ran inside to tell my son, "Got him! Call dads cell phone!" I grabbed my video camera, and went to tag him.

As I approached the buck, I noticed he had 10 points. He must have been about 4-5 years old. The base of the antlers, I couldn't fit my hand around... I tried to drag him, unsuccessfully. My husband was only down the road, a few minutes away. He came home and helped me drag him - The deer weighed in at a whopping 185 pounds!
 

Patti