I have a couple that rank up there.

1. An elk hunt I went on years ago when I was 11 with my dad. We packed in 25 miles with Grandpa and my dads brothers (my uncles)into the wilderness of Idaho were I grew up as a kid.

We hunted an area that no other hunters were in. From the intitial horseback ride through meadows of big herds andbugling bulls to packing out 5 mature bulls at the end of the week, there is way to much to writeso I wont start.The best part was I was side by side with dad as he killed a big bull and as he helped call in 3 others.

2. When I arrowed my first mature buck that I had scouted, found a set of his shedsand got to know pretty well over a 2 year time period before killing him.

3. When my 4 year old son and I sat together and shot a big gobbler. He was pumped.