It began in November back some years ago with opening day of rifle season just a day away on November 15 Th. I had just finished buying a rifle called an SKS a couple of weeks earlier which shot a 7.62 round that had a  little more bite than a 30-30 did. I would normally use the borrowed 30-30 from my father every year. But this year i purchased my own rifle. I liked the rifle it shot true at a 100 meters and it also had a Bayonet attached to it that flipped out in a fast snap and i thought it was cool and also doubled as a shooting stick to steady with. The rifle was also a great price for a mere $100.00 and the ammunition was quite affordable also. Two of my family members hunted with old military rifles as well one was a 8 mm Mouser and the other was a 303 British. Well opening day had arrived with the alarm going of at 4:00 am so i got semi dressed and drank some coffee and checked my gear. Then i finished getting dressed and went in the car over to my Grandmother’s and Grandfather’s house for the traditional  family gathering of Breakfast, stories and tall tails it was always a good time. Grandpa would always tell the story to the new hunters as he sat beside the old wood stove sharpening an old deer horn knife. He would tell them about the time once when he was hunting and was attacked by a Big Buck that almost had taken him to the happy hunting grounds and the new hunter wide eyed were hanging on every word then he’d show them a scar on his side. Then he’d laugh and tell them to go get ready it was time to hunt. I thanked Grandma and left getting into my car and headed to the woods and my spot i had set up. The morning was good and cool but not to cold the trees had a thick frost over all of them giving them a Ghostly look and there was no wind. I got to my blind witch was a pile of sticks around two old Norway pine stumps and a big old white oak tree at my back next to a swamp. After a while of sitting there i could see it starting to get light and my vision getting better and better as it got lighter out. Suddenly i heard a snap to my right then a grunt and a blow and then a thud, all of the sudden i saw a Big Buck running straight for me. with out thinking i snapped the Bayonet up and the buck slammed in to the stick around my blind and was trying to climb over to get to me i stabbed twice at the buck and then it turned an ran into the woods and stopped and started pawing the ground then it was coming again i pulled up the gun took aim and shot three times and the buck fell to the ground a few feet from the blind. I sat down my heart racing thinking. Grandpa’s Big Bad Buck