I would like everyone to share their most memorable deer hunting experience over the years. Now I know we all have many, but I am talking about the one you can't forget succesfull or not, funny or sad. Lets see them. I will share my memory of the "Eddie Buck". Edgar Fisher Jr was my wife's uncle he lived in Chesterfield off Centraila Rd. He was 67 yoa and had never taken a buck. I hunted often and Eddie started going with me. I have hunted family land in Surry County with my cousin Sea-Ya (Jeff) and others for years. And this would not be the first or last time a guest has taken "THE BUCK". December 1987 we met at the dog pen to layout the plan of attack. While were there we heard dogs coming in from another club they were "chunkin'", I remember high tailin' to the stand with hopes to get a shot at whatever they were runnin'. Ol Eddie was a little slow and had a bad heart and he was a puffin & steamn behind me when he said his chest was hurting and he couldn't go any further. I coached him to continue on a little farther and he could take my stand. He did and I went about 200 yards away and we set up, the dogs came into the area and left out of hearing so we waited. It wasn't too long before we heard the same pack coming back into hearing, closer and closer they came a pack of Walkers and they were smokin, the woods were screaming with dogs I thought my chest was now going to explode, I got in the ready position, gun to my shoulder and lookin hard, then....you guessed it...the explosion of the 12 gauge double barrel LC Smith from about 200 yards away where I left Uncle Eddie. After a long pause and hopes that he missed came another blast, it was finished what ever led them dogs all over Spring Grove was now on the ground. I jumped up and the chatter on the radio began my cousin was calling me thinking I had shot I could hear the concern in his voice, he was excited "Did ya get him"? come on answer did ya get him? I answered that I didn't shoot that it was Eddie, then came the AAAWWW NAAAWWW's, my cousin had seen the buck and could not get a shot I know that vision of the buck still haunts him, he knew that this buck was not normal it was NonTypical. I procededed on to Eddie with a few hollars and he called me in and as I approached it was the first deer I had ever seen that couldn't lay his head down because of the rack. I ran up to it and start counting while broadcasting over the radio " 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 on one side and now the other 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 with two nice perfect drops about 5-6 inches on each side." The rack was massive and wide and the deer was quite small which made it look all the bigger. None of this mattered to Eddie it was his first buck and what a way to start at 67 yoa. Needless to say the "regulars" had a bitter sweet feeling about it but all in all everyone was happy for him. I had the deer mounted and put it in the show for him and it scored 190 and some change and I know it brought Uncle Eddie some good times bragging. Edgar Fisher Jr passed away in 1992 and he didn't have any children so I was lucky enough to be left the mount after he passed on and now I display the majestic buck high above mine and when people ask about where the beautiful buck came from I am always willing to tell the story about the "Eddie Buck".