Great buck!

Every time I've killed a buck over the last ten years I always think back to the days when my best friends dad got me into hunting. my dad never hunted so I spent most of my weekends in the fall with my friends family hunting in Eastern Kentucky (which I miss a lot) anyways all I wanted to see was a buck and even a spike made my day. I hunted 7yrs before harvesting my first buck with a bow and it was just that a spike. I actually think growing up hunting and all the errors I made and learned from have paid off for what I know now. Or at least think I know! That spike I killed way back then actually made me happier then any other deer I've killed. I was on cloud 9 and no one could take that from me. I still smile when I think about that buck.

I hope this deer lives with you for a long time. Nothing better then just kicking back remembering hunts you've had.