when I was 12, a big whitetail buck jumped into a thick patch of brush on me.. It was the biggest buck I had ever seen up to that point.. Big old chocolate hvy beamed 5x5 ... bout 18 inches inside.. anyway I thought I had him dead forsure. I packed my 270 winchester around that thicket.. just knowing I was going to get a shot at him or blow him out of there and then get a shot.. after a couple circles around the thicket, I decided to go in after him.. I was almost through the thicket creeping at a snails pace when the big buck blew out of the brush less the 10 yards away... I threw up my gun and was going to put it right in the middle of his back... NOT.. All I saw wasthe zig zagging body of a huge buck glance in and out of my scope.. I ended up tracking him in the snow for a couple hours, twice right when I was about to give up I would get a glimpse of him, basically he was just watching me.. I finally retreated to my three-wheeler and went home, I couldnt get the thought of that buck out of my mind... still havent.. going on 27 seasons later.