A hunter and his friend were sitting near creek bed in a Valley near State Highway 111 early one cold December morning.
Suddenly, a huge buck walked out over the corn they had spread in the low shrubs.
The buck was magnificent, a once in a lifetime animal.
His rack was huge.
The hunter's hand shook as his mind was already counting the Boone and Crockett points.
Moving quickly, the hunter carefully aimed the Leopold scope on his .300 Win Mag at the unsuspecting buck.
As he was about to squeeze the trigger on this deer of a lifetime, his friend alerted him to a funeral procession passing slowly down Highway 111 at the top of the hill.
The hunter pulled away from the gunstock, set the rifle down, took off his hat, bowed his head and then closed his eyes in prayer.
His friend was stunned, "Wow, that is the most thoughtful and touching thing I have ever seen you do.
You actually let that trophy deer go to pay respects to a passing funeral procession.
You are indeed the kindest man I have ever known, and I feel lucky to call you a friend."
The hunter shrugged. "Yeah, well, we were married for 37 years."
