Mine has to be my first bow kill. It was in October of 1997 and I was hunting on the ground. It was around 9 am and I had a horrible migraine, so I figured I would give a few grunts on my call one more time and then call it quits. I grunted and waited a few minutes and looked up the hill behind me and there was a forkhorn walking my way. He was eating and rubbing on some trees. He walked behind a tree and I drew. He took a few more steps and his vitals were open, but between two trees. I had a small window to shoot and it was about a 25 yard shot up hill. I aimed a little high and let 'er fly. The arrow hit its mark and the deer folded up about 30 yards down the ridge. Needless to say my migraine just disappeared and I was a very happy hunter.