I think I sheda few tears when I found a buck the next morning after hitting him in the shoulder the night before. I really thought he was a gonner. He came into my scent like I had never seen a buck do before, and the excitement of it just made the hunt all that more emotional. This buck was sprinting into my scent bombs like a madman. It was unbelievable.

The only other time I cried due to something "positive" was when I was in eighth grade. My football team beat a known powerhouse in my league. After that last second on the clock lapsed and I ran into my team's post game huddle I was crying my eyes out.