lastyear my brother shot his first buck,a 6 point. it was a beautiful deer. I was just so proud and happy for him, but myuncle and his parents (he married into the family) kept saying stuff about how tiny it was, and how he should have let it walk and all kinds of stuff. I sat there and watched my brotherssmile turn completley upside down. It made me feel so bad. I kept telling him how happy I was for him, and how his deer was truly a trophy.But human nature only allows us to remember the bad.We all should be able to pat each other on the back no matter what happens. We are a band of brothers, an elite group. We should band together, and fight forour God givin right to what we love.