In 1959 (4 years old) one of the first memories I have of my young life was whenI went with my Mom and Dad to look at a House they wanted tobuy. The House was empty except for a 130-140 class, 10pt Buckhanging on the wall, and I will never forget standing there looking up at it with my mouth hanging open in amazement.
When we went back to move in, I ran stright to the wall to look at the Buck and it was gone,I was devastated.When I asked my Dadwhere the Buck went, he told me the owner came and got it, if I wanted one like it, I would have to earn it. From that moment on I knew I was Big Buck Hunter.
I dont need to Kill something to have an enjoyable day in the woods, I have a droor fullof unused tags.