I wouldn't know which one to pick, my first or my biggest score wise or two of the broken rack bucks that would have surpassed my biggest score wise or my birthday buck or the couple taken on film, the Halloween buck that I shot 10 yards from my exwife's treestand at first light when she wouldn't get out of bed that morning to do it herself, the crippled buck that I mounted because he was a champ or even the shared hunts with others. There are so many that have so much meaning.