Absolutely I remember and will never forget. 2nd season rifle hunting, I was sitting with my father in the same spot I had killed my first buck the previous year. It was a long skinny oak flat between two fields, probably 150 yards wide and 800 yards long. End of the oak flat came to the bottom of a mountain in the bottom of a long hollow that went up the side of the mountain. We would sit on the downwind side of the hollow and hunters would enter the end of the oak flat to walk in and push everything by us. A huge buck came through in a hurry with some does as other hunters walked in that morning and I will never forget. I was young, maybe 12 or so and handling the M77 .06 was cumbersome at best, I wasn't able to get on the deer fast enough when he stopped about 50 yards away in the middle of a group of does to look back at the direction the hunters were coming from. I did get a good look at him though for a few seconds. That was the last time I saw a mature buck alive and whilehunting for about 6 years.

Second incident which I remember even better was the fall of my senior year of highschool. I hunted like a madman that year and this was really the beginning of my obsession with archery hunting. I had bowhunted since I was 11 (I think) but this was the first year it became my priority over rifle hunting Anyhow, I quit all fall and winter sports so I could hunt more that year. Opening day of PA's archery season (1997) I filled my buck tag with a 3 pointer. This was before AR, and when I was still shooting anything I could. Later that week after school I was back out with no buck tag trying to fill some doe permits and sure enough possibly the biggest buck I have seen in PA came out of the young hemlock patch bordering some oaks that I was sitting on. I watched him feed within 50-100 yards of his patch of hemlocks for probably half an hour before he passed me broadside at around 25 yards and headed to a field that was downhill from us. He never knew I was there. I was so pumped on adrenaline and shaking so bad the leaves on the tree I was in were literally vibrating. He was a main frame 12 pointer that I am now guessing went mid to high 130's. He had a scar on his back too between his shoulder blades.........no wonder I never saw another buck out of that tree stand.