Mine would be opening day last year because it was the first time I went out without my dad.(he passed away a month earlier) My brother was home on leave from the Navy and my best friend and my newbie neighbor all went out with me. I went to sit in my dad's stand and someone had stolen it, so I got my climber and set out for the evening. I never saw a deer but it was the most at peace I had felt in months since my dad became ill. I was never more greatful to my father for taking me hunting, and I knew he was right there with me. A great bonus was the newbie shot his first deer(buck) that night.