Fall of 1956. We were walking a draw on our land down below the barn. I was walking near the top and some other members of out party had taken up positions down through the bottom and up the other side. I heard shooting down in the bottom and soon a mule deer buck came running up the side draw that I was in. I had to dive to the ground to keep from getting run over as he didn't see me at all. I sat up and looked around. He was about 40 or fifty yards past me by then. He was going straight away and I got twisted around and got off a shot with my dads old Eddiestone 30-06. I lucked out and hit him right in the back of the head. Down he went the bullet came out the top of his head and broke the antlers in half. Wrecked my first trophy. Mk Dad fasrened them to a board with two screws and looked pretty good. That was a long time ago but I remember it like it was yesterday. Thats one of the only things I do remember. I had shot a few deer for food before that but that was the first deer season in our area and my first deer permit.