A six pointer in the north Maine woods at twelve steps with my 30-06 Encore. I was sitting on a boulder, looking like a pumpkin, just before the end of legal shooting time. I could hear him so I knew he must be close. I lost my hearing on the right side years earlier so I can't tell the direction of sound. After lots of slow head turning, I spotted him at about 25 yards walking right toward me. He went behind a clump of small maples; when he stepped out, I was ready.
