Those lads are lying to you Dave. I never had three pairs of pants on. It was Cavan, a lad from Petersburg, Illinois. I only had two pair on....LOL. It wasn't so much the cold, rather the cold and the rain combo...Everything was soaking wet! There was simply no way to get around the driving rain. I'd do it again in a heart beat!

I've hunted near Dunoon Sarah. For the first time in my life I was out walked by a scottish lad. Paul, a gaint of a man, took one stride for every three of mine. I felt like a little boy trying to keep up with his father. I managed to put five hinds and two roe deer in the bag. It was an awesome time! But as far as the "best", sorry sweetie, New Zealand stags take the honor!