There were six of us hunting this mountain for a 300 plus pound buck we had come across earlier that week. It was Saturday and the morning wasn't starting out very well. It was pouring out and the forcast called for the rain to stop but the temp to climb into the 60's. I had a plan on what I wanted to do during the morning. I made my way out through some huge clearcuts hoping to see a buck trying to sneek through one of them. I could see as far as I could shoot. After that I was headed for the top of the mountain. I saw four moose, 3 bulls, in the clearcuts, but not the big buck we were looking for. As I made it to the top of the mountain I met one of the guys I was hunting with. By this time it was around 9:30. We sat down and had a bite of our sandwiches and then headed in separate directions. As I headed over the hill my uncle Eric came on the radio and asked if we were shooting partridge too. I said sure and he let rip at a partridge and missed. He was real close to me so I headed for the shot and I ran into him and Denny. Now this is where the story begins. As I said before Denny is getting on in his days and he isn't as slim as he used to be. Over the past five years I don't think he has gone in the woods more than 100 yards off the road. He also hadn't shot a deer in 13 years. But today he was in the woods and I mean in the woods. He was a good hour walk into the woods and almost to the top of the mountain. The three of us talked and Eric was going to walk the ridge of the mountain to the logging road where someone could pick him up later. I wasn't impressed with the deer sign on this side of the mountain so I told them that I was going to go below the logging road on the lower side of the mountain to check things out. See four years ago myself and 2 other guys made a blind down there where this huge buck was working. We don't usually hunt from blinds, but we figured when there was no snow to track with, someone could sit in the blind and maybe get a crack at the buck. He had the whole area around that blind hooked and scraped up. Every year, I like to scoot down there because a buck has a line of hookings that run down this old over grown skid road. That was what I was going to do today. Denny had never seen the blind so he asked if I would show it to him so he could sit in it. On our way out to the road we jokingly talked about how we forgot our after hunting beer and Denny said that he would go get it from camp cause no one was going to see any deer anyways. Just then two deer ran across in front of us. That kind of got him back in the game. Well, after a good hour of walking we were to the trucks. It was around noon now so we had some lunch before we headed to the stand. It was another good 30 minutes to the stand, but the good thing was that it was all down hill. When we arrived at the stand I showed him where I had seen deer come out before and where I was going to walk. He told me that he was going to head out around 2:30. I started down my old skid road and sure enough a buck had been working it again this year. I was about 5 minutes away when BANG!!! It came from the direction of the stand. I got on the radio and asked who shot. No answer. I asked again who shot. And again no answer. I got thinking to myself that Eric had decided to come down here and shot another partridge. Then I heard, "I GOT ONE!" It was Denny. I practically ran through the woods to see what he got. When I got to the stand I was looking around and I couldn't see Denny anywhere. I got on the radio and asked where he was and he said right above the stand. I looked up and could just see a piece of him. I went up and there he was with that beautiful 6 pt buck. He said, "I was looking in the direction you went to see if you would push anything up to me. I just happened to look where you said you had seen deer come from before and caught a glimps of movement. Right away I knew it was a buck. I grabbed my gun and looked for an opening but there were none. His head was down and he was moving right along looking for does. I looked way ahead of him and saw my only opening and when he walked in I let fire." And what a shot it was. Denny dropped this buck with one shot from his lever action .308. He placed the bullet in an opening the size of piece of paper from over a hundred yards off hand right into the bucks neck. The buck never took another step. Denny said, "I never doubted that I would see a deer again, I always wondering if when I did if I could still get the job done." He was shaking so bad and was so worked up he couldn't even remember how to dress out a deer. Here I am a 23 year old kid telling a 65 year old man how to dress out a deer. After a while everyone we hunted with showed up and we started the long process of dragging the deer out. I'm telling you, we did make up for forgetting those beers that morning. It was a day none of us will soon forget.