Well, I have no history with this buck. I don’t have any trail camera photos of him. Two times, while pulling into my driveway at night, my headlights have gone across my neighbors field and I may have seen him out there. Both times it was just like, “Wow, that is a big buck.” So, opening day of gun season was Monday and I walked in at dark, 6 a.m., and right away I bust a bunch of does. There goes the hunt, I think. Ten minutes later the neighbor walks in with his green headlamp not 60 yards from me. Now I’m like, this is never going to happen. Then at 6:30 I hear this crunching of leaves, and I know it’s a deer. I hear a grunt. But it’s too dark to see anything. At 6:40, finally, I see the outline of a deer and I take my binos up and see antlers. I checked Pennsylvania legal shooting time the night before, and it was 6:42. Those were the longest two minutes of my life! Right then, the buck starts walking away and circles into the wind at about 80 or 90 yards like he’s heading toward those does I busted. He steps behind a tree and stops. I don’t have a shot. He steps out and I look at my phone and it’s 6:45. I pull up my rifle and I’m breathing so hard I fog up the scope. Finally, I get it cleared off, and calm down a little, and he’s behind a tree again. I have no shot. Finally, he steps broadside and just instinct kicks over. I don’t know what happened, but I shot and the deer is on the ground. It’s the biggest buck I’ve ever killed, by far.