While in Ohio a few years ago I missed a true blue monster. It was pouring down rain and I was standing up against a tree when this bruiser came up behind me. He was up wind so he couldnt smell me, but he knew something wasnt right. He let out the deepest blow that I have heard a deer make, I bout crap my pants. Anyway he decided he had been there long enough and he turned to run, I grabbed my muzzleloader put the crosshairs on the shoulder and fired right thru a big sapling. Then he stop to look at me,he was at least 20 inches wide with long sweeping beams. His bases looked like coke cans, with 10 beautifullong tines. Steam was coming from his nostrils,it was a sight that I will never forget. He still haunts my dreams sometimes, but thats deer hunting.