I started hunting when I was about 11 (over 30 years ago). I used to go out with my father on opening day of rifle season. It is something I will never forget. I learned so much from him about hunting and the nature of deer. It seemed like we would walk for hours, we would then sit on a log and have a snack while my dad explained why he chose this location to sit. Hunting with him were some of my best memories from my childhood.
This year on opening day I went out about 4:30am. I sat up by a stone quarry where 3 logging roads come together on our property. Just after daylight 2 does walked through about 8o yards away. They stopped and looked hard to their right. There was something there that I could not see. One doe ran and all of a sudden this big buck ran out after the remaining doe. I scoped him, saw a big body with a big rack, grunted once to slow him down and took the shot. He never took another step. Of course later that day I brought the deer to my parents house to show my dad.