mine was this 17 pointer in 1979 i was 13 by winterset iowa, using a TC hawkins rifle, got to my sitting place that morning before dawn, heard a rustling behind me but it was open corn field so i turned back to the timber in front of me, when it got light enough i looked back again nothin out there but open field, something kept drawing my attention back to the field, then i spotted a small patch of slew grass so i kept my eye on it, when my dad came up to where i was i said drop a slug into that slew grass out there and it landed just in front of it, and shure enough this guy stood up and walked out of that patch, put my sights just on the leading edge of his body and then a big cloud of smoke the buck took off at high speed, watched him run to the next timber and when he got to it, BAM full speed right into the fence and went down, when we gutted him we found his heart just laying there in his chest, cut both arteries off his heart, he was old and wise and ungodly huge, hung him up and he bent a 3 inch dia pipe we used to hang deer up, his head was on the floor and his butt was above my head, more like a cross of a mule deer.