Whoever can't remember their first buck needs to take up scrapbooking, knitting, or stamp collecting.

Yes, I remember my first buck. He was a 90 lb., butt-kicking yearling spike. I'll never forget it. It was the second year that my grandfather took me hunting on opening day. "Papa" couldn't see very well, but when I told him that the deer coming up the draw had antlers, Papa lit up like a Christmas tree and I put a nice shot on the deer. I'll never forget that day.

And yes, my deer got the respect that it deserved. No need to demand it.