My Most Memorable Hunt

We usually go to our lease on Friday night and hunt the weekend. On this Friday in November, 2009, I drove up early by myself so I could get in a Friday evening hunt. The rule on our lease is that we can hunt anyone's stand if their stand is empty. I had planned on hunting a particular stand but the owner of that stand came in so I had to change plans. My stand was quite a distance away, so I picked another and got in the stand about 3:30. It was a cold, cloudy, but, very windy evening. I had just about given up for the evening when I saw a shadow of what looked like a big bodied deer. I put my scope on him and sure enough it was a buck. It was getting dark, but I could make out what appeared to be  a nice rack. He was moving very slowly but he came around to the front of the feeder pen and I took the shot. He ran about 10 feet and he was down.  I got out of the stand, walked down to where he had gone down  and saw that he was, indeed, a nice eight point. I pulled up his head to get a better look and noticed that his ears were notched from fighting. We had gotten pictures of this buck on our trail cam earlier in the season. As a matter of fact, my husband had gotten a shot at this buck during bow season and thought he had missed it. As I looked my deer over, I noticed a cut on his back where his arrow had scraped his back: I had killed my husband's deer! As I drove back to camp, I ran into the man whose stand I was hunting in; he asked me if I had seen anything. I told him I had shot a big 8  out of his stand. He replied, "Well, that's just great."  And then he drove off and left me! As I continued back to camp, my husband arrived and I told him that I had gotten the deer that he had missed. I can't tell you what he said and he drove off and left me! They both came back eventually and helped me with my deer. I have him shoulder mounted in my living room as a reminder of the day I got a great buck and made two men so mad they could hardly speak!