Lets hear a good huntin story.

[Fly Rod]

Started hunting rabbits and deer about 1962. My most memberal deer hunt till this day was in 1969 my first year hunting in the State of Maine in a little township east of Old Town called Cardville.
Back in those days it was legal to put on deer drives. Six of us started at daylight. my freind and I were picked to go on stand and wait for the other fellas to come by. While walking to our spots my friend took the first stand and I had to go another hundred yards or so. While walkng to my spot I saw a tail go up in the air about 60 yds away and as I looked I saw a part of a deer and fired one shot didn't see the deer run off or hear it. Walked in the direction of where I last seen the deer. As I got closer I could see two deer laying together the ground was all torn up. In my mind I start thinking two deer with one shot. Went running back to my buddy on stand and told him Igot two deer with one shot . He thought I was nuts. We went to the deer and to our surprise they were LOCKED ANTLERS I had shot the seven pointer and the twelve pointer was already dead. The bigger buck had a hole in it's stomach. Don't know it was caused from the antler of the other deer or waqs ponched by another hunter.