The season of 2003 was my greatest and most memorable, butI didn't kill a buck.
The opening week of bow season, I seen a 10 point that would score180, his main beam's were as wide as my hand between his G3's and G4's. I logged over 300 hours in standthat year and never seen him again.
In the course of the season I got to know a 140 class 9 point very well, I seen him 8 times and could have taken him3 times.

As theend of season drew near it left me withan empty feeling inside, I started to think back at what I had done wrong, I second guessedevery move.It was at that point thatI realized I had done nothing wrong, I had learnt more about deer behavior,the habitat in which thay live and most importantly my self,than in all previous seasons combined. It was a turning point.

Three days before the season ended I drew back on the9point,he steped out at 23 yds. broadside. He looked right at me, our eyes locked for about 10 sec.,he then turned and slipped into the pines. AsI lowerd my bow,I was smiling inside and out. WOW, what a season my greatest ever.