_Wayne Harre, of rural Nashville, said his father, Arnold, was shelling corn in the evening when he came upon a monster buck straddling three rows of corn. . . .
_The buck didn't budge when Arnold Harre approached with his combine. Because it was dark, Harre didn't see the buck in time to stop. It became caught on the corn header.
Harre . . . eventually reversed the corn header and dislodged the buck, which sprinted into a nearby timber. . . .
"That's the dangest thing I've ever heard," he said. "There's so much power behind one of those corn heads, I can't believe it didn't break one of it's legs."