I am not sure what the greatest hunt would be for me, there are several that rank up there for many reasons. I think I will have to go with my first bow harvest. I was 14 and hunting in the Iowa september youth season. The second time we went out for an evening hunt we were in the stand for half an hour when a mature doe slowly picked her way past the stand. I drew too early and had to hold the bow for hours it seemed like as the doe slowed her pace and came sideways. Finally she moved broadside and the pin caught her ribs at about 17 yards. I did not feel the shot (I never have since either) and just saw the arrow vanish slightly above center. She bounded, then slowed and stopped after 30 yards. Her head turned and then she folded on the spot. It was as perfect as they come.