It isn't always the biggest that makes the memories.
My most memorable was a hunt the second week of deer season.
My Father In Law had passed the winter before and I was hunting solo the first rifle week of deer.
I left my stand up and bike at the camp planning to hunt the last weekend solo again.
Woke up Saturday morning at 4 A.M. to a foot of snow.
It was a heck of a trip just to make it to the camp.
White Mountain definitely lived up to its name that day.
I made it to camp by 6 A.M.
Got out of the truck and it was blowing about a twenty mile an hour wind.
I thought I might as well hunt before pulling the stand.
I was thinking about my F.I.L. making it as tough as he could for me and chuckling about that hard headed bowhunter that won't give up...
I was in my stand by 7:30 and the wind was howling and the tree I was in was swaying back and forth like a ships mast...
I'm thinking ,no way a deer is gonna' move in this .Suddenly about 8 A.M. I see a doe making her way up the hill and walk under my stand.
Then about two minutes after comes a buck dogging her trail.
I thought wow this is going to be easy...
About thirty yards from my stand he decides to angle in to the thick brush and head her off.
Damn....only one small window about thirty yards away …..
He stops in the only window I had on that whole hillside and lets me take a beauty double lung shot.
When I had packed my stand out to my bike I came back and found him piled up a hundred yards away.
I breathed a silent prayer and a thanks to my F.I.L. for giving a hard headed bow hunter a chance at a beautiful buck and some fine eating....
Let's hear your most memorable hunt...….