nicest buck

just wndering what everyones nicest buck is and if u have a story or a pic to share. mine is a big 8 point but i dont know how to post pics yet

It was the 1992 season and I had missed a nice 8 pt on the opener of rifle due to a misfire ( I later traced this to my brothers getting my ammo soaked in a cooler on the way home from a previous trip).  I was attending Lock Haven University and playing football as a sophmore and had archery hunted very little as time was limited.  I finished up finals at 5 pm on the final friday of the rifle season.  I threw my crap in a bag and said bye to my roomate, told him I was headed to camp.  He asked if I was crazy as he was from Ridgeway and there were 4,800 homes without power from the ongoing snow storm.  I told him it was no big deal, as we didn't have electric at camp any way.
 
As I made my way west on I-80 they were closing the highway behind me, it was snowing so hard.  I busted through a drifted shut exit at Pennfield (almost didn't make it, as it was as deep as the roof of my 79 malibu).  219 north had 9-18 inches of packed snow on the road, with huge pothole chunks missing, making it almost impossible to drive.  It took me 6 hours to get to Kane, where I was to meet my dad and brothers ( normal time was 2.5 hours).
 
Making our way out 321 to the camp road, we found it plowed shut.  So we put chains on all four tires of my dads full size Jimmy and busted on in.  The snow was so deep that we had to use the spotlight, as the headlights were under the snow.  This also was plugging the grill as the snow was plowing up over the hood.  All told the trip took 9 hours from Lock Haven to camp.
 
As I had been awake for 3 days straight for finals, dad let us sleep in, in the morning.  When we got up there was 46 inches of snow.  The good part about this was that the deer were having trouble walking in the woods and had taken to walking established trails and roads.  The snow was hanging heavy in the trees, one of those truly beautiful post snowstorm days in the ANF.  I picked an abandoned railroad grade along chappel fork creek and started walking.
 
The snow was so deep that it was filling the handwarmer pocket on my sweatshirt ( I am 6'3").  I hadn't walked very far when I jumped some deer feeding under some hemlocks where the weight of the snow had brought the branches down to browse level.  I saw that one was a buck, but wasn't sure how big.  I started tracking these deer, after about a 400 yard track straight up hill I caught up with them for the third time, but could only see the two does about 100 yards above me on the hill.  Then out of the corner of my eye I see a deer sneaking down the hill about 175 yards but on my level.  As I got him in the scope I saw it was the buck, then he stopped.  All I could see was his head and a pie plate sized piece of his hindquarter.  My biggest concern was that he would get in with some other deer and I would lose him.  So I made the decision, before he dissapeared over the hill, I was going to have a blood trail to follow at least.  I pulled up and squeezed on off at the hindquarters.  I saw him run for about 10 yards and then dissapear, he didn't look hit and I was not confident in my off hand shot in the brush.
 
I dropped to the trail about 75 yards below us and figgured I would pick up his track there.  With the snow so deep, it would take about 30 minutes to move 100 yards.  I walked out that trail for at least 250 yards and never cut a track, so I backtracked to about the point where I figgued he was and started up the hill.
 
About 50 yards above the trail I saw an antler sticking out of the snow, he had only gone 25 yards and there he lay, a beautiful 22" 10point, the largest ever shot out of our camp.  That was about 11 am, by the time I got him drug back to camp it was almost 4:30.  That was one of my best days in the woods.

No biggie, SK, I started throwing up daily, in anticipation of the season 4 days ago.....

goby sounds like a hell of a hunt