I have to seen the deer of a lifetime about 13 years ago. He was a buck I had been chasing for 4 years. I affectionately called him the rocking chair because that is what it looked like he carried on his head. I used to see him every summer, but once October rolled around he would disappear. The only time I saw him during hunting season was in mid-November 1994. He came by at 50 yards chasing a doe. He was that "one" buck for me, and that was the last time I ever saw him.