It was 1982 in the last 1/2 hour of light on opening day of the shotgun season. I was in my tree stand feeling sad because I had onlt seen one other deer all day and I figured the day was going to end that way. Just then I saw a hunter about 175 to 200 yards away walking from my right to left on the edge of a grassy field. All the sudden I heard leaves moving behind me and a 4 point buck trotted from my left to my right and stopped right next to my tree. He was looking at the hunter walking the edge of the field. He stopped on top of a stone wall about 10 yards from me. I squeezed off a shot and he rolled off the wall but stood back up. He was now behind a split tree with his head out one end and his butt out the other. I could see about a foot of his back in the V of the tree and decided to try and break his back! I squeezed off the second shot and he dropped for good. Buck fever got the best of me and I let him have it one more time just to make sure! OOPS! I was a bit excited! The hunter I saw heard the shots and walked over to me. He said he had been stalking the buck for the last 3 hours but couldn't get close enough for a clean shot! I must say even though he congratulated me he didn't look very happy about it! I even thanked him and that just made him look sick. LOL! I remember how excited my old man was and that made me 100X more excited! I remember it like it was yesterday! One of the best day's of my life!