The buck that haunts me the most was back in the early 80's. I was hunting on the ground and my dad, who was squirrel hunting, jumped him up. I first saw him about 150 yards away and on a trail that would take right in front of me at no more than 15 yards. The buck continued on the trail and I came to full draw when he dropped into a little drain holler. When came up my side he stoped broadside and to this day I have no idea where my pin was when I turned the string loose. The arrow sailedright over the bucks back and he only ran about 20 yards and stopped and looked back over his butt at me. But by the time that I nocked another arrow he was gone and out of my life forever. Back in those days none of my buddies had seen let alone killeda deer of this size. He was a perfest mainframe 10 pointthat I'm guessing would've score in the 130's. I would've been a legend in my own time.