Two years ago I killed my biggest buck ever, a 140" 11 pointer. I thought that would be the biggest deer I would ever kill until I saw the "Buck of a Lifetime" last season. It was a double drop tine buck at least 160" to low 170" and he was on our farm. I hunted all year and never saw him again and just knew he had been taken by one of the neighbors. I went hunting today and the weather conditions weren't exactly perfect. It was drizzling rain about 38 degrees and a 20 to 30 MPH wind to boot. I chose to go hunting in the bad weather because the kids just got some early x-mas presents and they were fighting over them. It then became a perfect day to go hunting. I sat in my stand until I couldn't stand the swaying back and forth anymore so I decided to still hunt. I must have covered every inch of our farm and it was almost dark so I decided to still hunt my way back to the jeep. I got within 100 yards of the stand I was hunting earlier in the day and I caught movement about 75 yds to my left. I looked in amazement to see the drop tine buck stand up inside a fence row thicket and head my way. He was the buck I had seen the prior season. Same frame, just a bigger rack than I remembered. I kept looking through the scope trying to get a shot but darkness was closing fast, and when I finally got the crosshairs on what I thought was his shoulder, I realized it was just too darn dark to take the shot. I didn't want to shoot at this magnificent animal I had hunted long and hard for and take a chance on not getting a good shot placement. I let him walk ten more feet and he disappeared in the dense brush. I am sitting here convincing my self that I did the ethical thing. I now realize that I have matured as a hunter because there was a time in my past when I would have taken that shot and never thought twice about it. I also realize that the buck and I both still have "Another Chance".