Other than the 1st deer, my favorite was in 96. 1992 was my 1st year bowhunting and was successful. Before 93 hunting season came, I got orders to go to England for 4 years. I met a friend there from TN and I got him started into archery. We shot bows together (target only, bowhunting there is illegal). In 96 we got the kitchen pass and caught a hop from England to Atlanta, and drove rental a car to TN where a farmer gave us permission to hunt. We've never hunted this area before, so we got an aerial photo and did some Sunday scouting. Monday, on a crisp Nov morning, we both connected on a doe. His 1st bowkill, my 4th. What made the trip so special was, you don't realize how much you love something untill it's taken away. The friendship, turned leaves, that fall smell, and the fact I never got to hunt for 4 years. Also scouting unknown land with success the next day. (no one held our hand, pointed where to go, had the corn piles out for the last month, etc Mr Luce.) Then we went to WV and hunted my Dad's farm where I was born and raised. Again success with another doe by each of us. We didn't get any horns. None needed. After a couple weeks, we headed back to England for another year before returning to the states. I had the greatest time........