Back about 15 years ago I was walking back to my truck on the last day of season, it was drizzling rain and spitting ice. I see just a slight movement off the old road I was walking on and it was the biggest buck I've ever encountered. I was so amazed I wouldn't let myself even begin to count the point (there were many) so I actually took a few step to get a clear shot all the while this huge buck is looking at me. when I made the shot he gave the ole donkey kick and took off to my right and crossed the road maybe 50 yds from me. I had my scope on him the whole way until he crossed the road and I unshouldered my rifle and said he's dead. I never found him but what I did find was that my shot went through a small sapling and either went across the brisket or under his belly because I found plenty of white hair. I told my uncle about this and he asked what did I learn from this and I replied nothing really, his reply to that was "if theyre still moving you keep shooting" and I've never forgotten that. This deer is my regret but also my educator