The second day I hunted back in 68, I got my first deer. My father said, "Don't let it get to your head kid, that crapola don't happen all the time" and he was right. I proceeded to get 1 every four years after that, 72,76,& 80. I called em my "Presidential Year Bucks" cause the kills all happened after the presidential election. Then in the 80's, got 1 every year except for 2. Kept going in the 90's till 97 when I first started bringing my son with me when he was 12. I brought that little s.o.b. every time we could, and wound up going dry for 9 freakin years. I busted back into it when he was abroad for college and told him I lost my bad luck charm and got one, and a 9 pt to boot. Since then, have gotten one each year, except for last yr. Have gone bone dry since I took up the bow 7 yrs ago, but having both seasons and being able to get out with my son, seeing bucks in close, is something I'll always remember. Besides, he's the better shot anyway, and he usually gets one every year, the little *&#@!!!
