First buck I took was a whitetail, it was 1965, on the Red Deer River a mile west of the bridge at Buffalo, Alberta, he's was a clean 5 by 5 that field dressed at 213 pounds and tooth aged at 12.5 years old. The Fish and Game boys that weighted him said they'd weighted one that was heavier.
He was a smart old rascal and I was a dumb-luck kid with a Dad that knew where to set me up. As my father came down a chokecherry infested draw this old boy get down on this his front knees and belly crawling out and over the draw where my Dad couldn't see him, he crawled right out in front of me and my $15.00 Lee Enfield .303. Good thing I hit him with the first shot because the next 9 didn't come close. (Those old war guns held a lot of rounds as I recall.)
As Alberta deer go he was nothing special in weight nor antler size but he has a cagey old buck that had survived 11 hunts and then some kid without a clue got to take him home, kinda funny how things turn out.
My son find a cape for him few years back and mounted him for me so I get to relive the memory every time I walk past him, 45 years after the fact. Even though I can't recall what I ate for lunch today I can still see that old boy crawling away from my Dad, as clear as it was in 1965.
DC