Yes the first time I saw a Genuine Monster while hunting..Dad and I had hunted in the Morning and then we we going to another place in the afternoon. This is the last Saturday of Rifle season in PA geez...1980-ish. We are nearing the place we are gonna hunt in his 1970-something Bronco. About 300 yards ahead of us deer start crossing the road 15-20 of 'em (back when deer numbers were alot higher in Pa). The last one steps out on the road. We both simultaneously yell.."last one is a huge buck!" Dad punches the gas we go around a few corners he finds a make-shift trail and we have the Bronco bouncing up the mountain..sideways..through stuff over stuff..
We are gonna get ahead of them! We hit the mountain top, grab our stuff and take off. Dad finds a decent funnel (somehow ..while we were familiar with the "area" we'd never hunted, exactly, here.) We get set and deer start coming..I'll never forget we thought we had'em..we saw 29 deer come through in the first 30 minutes..but I guess the old boy got big and stayed alive by knowing when to break off from the group. I've seen my fair share since but he was the first jaw dropper and we still relive the memory virtually every deer camp!