I do have to admit that there is a stoy behind this that makes it so much more special to me. Our bow season opened yesterday, Sept. 1st. I was in the stand at 6am. It was one year ago, on Sept. 1st at 5:30am I got a call from my mother telling me my brother-in-law had been killed in a car accident on his way home from work. Ironically, it was caused by a deer. He was a deer hunter and loved deer as much as he loved to hunt them.

I got into hunting because he was supposed to take my son. It would probably have been this season. I've hunted since Thanksgiving last year because my son wanted to hunt. We took a turkey our first season and now we have a deer. I was hoping for the first to be on Sept. 1st but I think it brightened up my niece and sister's day to hear about this one. Like I said, it isn't big and it wasn't perfect, but it has a place in my heart. And that little buck is going to have a place for his European mount on my son's bedroom wall.