The hunting season was in the early 70's around1973.Dad an I had went down to my grandparents house to go deer hunting. The rain was falling pretty good an I had my fathers yellow rain jacket on. The jacket was about 200 times to big for me. We were in a stand about 75 yards apart. My relatives were doing a deer drive. I looked an saw 5 deer coming towards me. The last one was a small buck, shot an missed.I looked to my left,still can recall a deer standing there with antlers past both sides of his ears. I counted 12 points. I started trying to put another shell in my single shot 20 gauge. I dropped all the shells on the ground. I looked back up an he was not standing there. Needless to say I had BUCK FEVER!!