So you've shot a monster.....

The sudden sound of crunching leaves breaks the the silence just after dawn. You look to your left, and where no deer was supposed to come from, a buck is trotting your way through the fog-shrouded woods. One glance--mist notwithstanding-- tells you it's a big one; a really big one. Experience tells you to stop looking and start preparing. As quickly as you dare, you rise from your seat in the treestand and move your feet toward the most likely shooting lane while simultaneously doing a triple check your bow. Before you can even get nervous the deer stops twenty yard out in the wide open. Your twenty yard pin on the bow that you can't remember drawing settles behind the buck's shoulder. In a split second the arrow is on its way, and the shot feels good. As the elk-like buck thunders away your mind is asking all the usual questions.

[i]Did I hit him I didn't see the arrow I think the shot was a goot one oh Lord please go down![/i]

The buck stops roughly fourty yards out, looks back, and simply tips over.

Several minutes later you have the antlers of a buck that would likely score in the 230's Boone and Crockett in your hands. There are twenty-seven points. Four of them are drop tines.

What now? Many very legitimate megabucks have been the subject of gossip and rumor from the moment they hit the ground. How would you handle things?