I've cried a number of times while deer hunting, the most memorable is documented in an article titled "Closure" published in rub lines magazine in 2001.

Long story short:

I was at the tail end of a three year buck drought with gun hunting, and I was very depressed about my hunting situation.I had made up my mind to quit hunting with my dad and brothers, so on that day, I decided to go out with my dad, knowing it would possibly be our last hunt together. It was late in the season, a beautiful early winter day, 40's, sunshine, melting snow.

We had some pretty lame two man still hunts worked out, I was just going through the motions, ended up nailing an 8 pointer that came through out of the blue, nothing to do with our strategy.

I cried a lot over that one. It did turn out to be our last hunt togheter, dad died the following spring. I still get choked up over it.