Long before I was born, my great-uncle, also named Sid Evans, killed a very large deer and had it mounted by Schwarz Studio (the oldest taxidermy shop in the United States) in St. Louis. The buck had 14 points on a tall, symmetrical rack with long white brow tines. I never measured it, but it was by far the most impressive animal ever taken by an Evans. Uncle Sid had shot it with a .30-caliber Remington pump with no scope at the Five Lakes Hunting Club in Hughes, Arkansas (where, incidentally, he'd bought a membership for $700 in the late '30s; they're now worth more than $200,000). I know the deer well because it hung in my room as a kid, and I used to look at it while lying on my camouflage bedspread (no joke) and wonder why I'd never seen anything like it in the woods. It didn't occur to me that I'd be thinking the same thing 25 years later.