A nice Western Maine mountain buck. Fifth day of hunting hard (Nov 10th) sometimes with .44 S&W and other times with my Browning SS Stalker .270. Had the .270 still hunting to my tree stand 3/4 miles up a steep climb. Heard a very soft grunting coming from thick beech trees to my right. Wind was in my face and I was confident he would walk onto the trail I was using. He did at a whopping 35 paces and I put a hand loaded Barnes TTSX through his vitals. He ran 60-70 yards with a bullet through his heart. 8 points, 215 pounds dressed and a very long drag for my brother and I down the mountain. (It's obvious I'm not a youthful hunter, only in heart).