OK. Here's another one.

It was 1997. I was a freshman in college and I had only two morning classes on Friday, so the afternoon was wide open. It was late October and amazingly windy. My gramps had given me an old set of 10 point sheds a while back, and I decided that day that I'd try rattling for the first time. I got out on stand at about 2:30PM, and clashed the horns as soon as I was set. I rattled for about 45 seconds or so, hitting the horns really hard to force the sound over the roar of the wind. Three minutes later I turned to my right to see what is, to this day, the most amazing buck I have seen on the hoof. It was a non-typical that had points sticking everywhere. If I had to guess, I'd say he had at least 25 points. Also, if I have ever seen a 300 LB deer in the wild, this was it. He was walking briskly and was already past any available openings before I had a chance to react. He stopped about 25 yards out, but all vitals were obstructed. He stood still for about three minutes as I studied him. He was clearly looking for the source of the fighting noise, and I stood there in my treestand in disbelief of the effectiveness of the rattling. After an eternity, the buck turned and headed back in the direction he came. I was ready at full draw as he neared my shooting lane, broadside at 20 yards (chip-shot, right?). I whistled as he entered, but he took an extra three steps before stopping. The path to his chest was obstructed by one small vine, which I was sure I could avoid. I settled and released. The arrow nicked the vine and skipped just over his back. Clean miss..... Once again, like fish in a barrel.[&o]

He was definitely a Booner. Straight off the wall of a Cabela's store... Haunting.