This is the first bucks I ever shot of any size.  
He was a real old buck and I didn't kill him, he
died of a heart attack.  His main frame is a 3 X
5 with eye guards that are over 5" long.  He
also has 8 other points on one side and 4 on
the other that are over an inch long.  They are
all between his eye guards and his base.
Now back to the heart attack story.  I was
hiking up into an area, that I had been in the
day before when I missed a shot at a huge 5 X
5.  I made a big circle and was coming down
the same ridge I had jumped the 5 point.  In
the same patch of timber I ran into this buck.  
We spotted each other at the same time and
he made a mad dash to my right and just
below me.  I barely had time to swing my rifle
around as he went by and squeeze off a shot.  
My rifle at the time was an old 30-30 with open
sights and it broke like a shot gun to load.  
One shot, that was it.  My Grandfather had
killed a grizzly bear with it in the 30's.  Anyway
back to the buck.  He went about 50 yards and
dropped dead.  I was so proud.  I looked for a
bullet hole but couldn't find one.  When I
dressed him out I saved the heart and liver.  
After we had him hung up at home and were
skinning him out we learned the story.  When I
shot, I grazed a rib and it was enough to break
it.  A piece about three inches long had stuck
in his heart.  We cut the heart open and their it
was.   

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This is  the widest buck I have ever shot.  He is a 5 x 5
with a brow tine on one side.  The inside spread is 27"
and the out side spread is 31".
He also comes with a story.  I was hunting in one of
my favorite areas and hiking up a long bare ridge, just
after day light.  I looked to the east of me and about
two ridges over I spotted this buck with six does.  I
don't know how far away he was but I could make out
he was a good buck   there was nothing but open
sage brush between us.  I was surprised he was in
this low of country.  I got a brain storm, and thought if
I hold over him about 20 feet and shot, it might scare
him to go down in the bottom of the draw out of sight
and I could get closer.  Not one of my swifter moves.  I
shot and he went down alright but turned up hill to go
over a little saddle.  He was also dragging a front leg.  
Yes, I had hit him.  I ran as fast as I could up the ridge I
was on to head him off because I thought I new where
he would cross over into another big canyon.  I went
faster than normal because I was kicking myself all
the way for pulling such a stupid stunt.  When I got to
the spot, sure enough here they came but no buck
just the does.  I followed their tracks back to where I
had seen him  go over the saddle and there was his
tracks with a little blood in them.  I could see open
country for two miles and no deer.  Then I looked right
below me,about 100 yards, and looking back up at
me, from under a small lone pine was the buck. He
had his head tilled and one side of his rack  touched
the ground.  I aimed true and thanked God for letting
me correct a stupid mistake.