Burgess, MS> Years ago when Dad was hunting the Peddler Field Phantom, his stand sat on a ridge overlooking the scrapes of the giant deer. He took several nice bucks off of this stand including the Phantom.
One frosty morning as the bright rays of the sun lit up the forest, Dad saw movement way across the hollow on the side of the adjacent ridge. A nice buck was easing along about 300 yards away. Hershel got a good rest and put his scope on the deer. It was so far through the woods that it was an impossible shot but the deer turned slightly away from him into a wide open spot. He put the crosshairs in the center of the bucks' back and squeezed the trigger. BLAM!
The buck instantly fell in it's tracks. Dad sat there amazed that he had even hit the deer much less killed it. What a great shot!
When he got to the deer and checked it, he could not find a bullet hole in the deers back. Searching he finally found the hole exactly between the antlers and in the back of his head. The force of the bullet had cracked the skull so that the antlers
were loose. I had killed a nice little deer that morning and we kidded each other about the size of the horns as we posed for a picture. At the last second, Dad spread the horns as wide as they would go and the picture was taken. In the pic it looks really big, but it was a good joke for a long time.