The other thread made me think of this story that my father used to tell of his grandfather.

My father was from Poland and his family had been quite big farmers and landowners (sadly long since gone!).

My great grandfather was out with the staghounds at the grand old age of 98! They were crossing some other land and were not hunting at that moment when a huge stag crossed in front of them . He turned to his son (my grandfather) and said "that may be be most magnificent stag I have ever seen in my life!".

About 50 metres further on he fell off his horse stone dead.

What a way to go....I hope it runs in the family and that I do as well.

Good time to go. After a long life with a wonderful fresh memory. Perhaps the stag had a cross between its antlers .

Can I ask where in Poland your family used to own land?