My son and I once archery hunted a giant 3X4 for four years in a row. He was heavy, tall and every bit 32" wide. He always showed up in the same canyon during bow season and then would disappear after that. He became an obsession.
He always had companions and a couple of years he showed up with some equal or better quality bucks with him, but by then we just couldn't go after anything else.
He lived a charmed life and multiple times we got within easy bow range but something unexpected always messed it up for us. (A gust of wind blew the arrow off, a badger busted through scattering the group, a 2 point came over the hill and bumped them, etc, etc.)
The last year we saw him he had a limp and his face was turning white like an old dog. Ultimately we never got him but he will always be one of our favorites.