I guess the main reason I hunt deer is , like others have stated, my Dad. I shot my first deer on our family farm when I was 8 years old with a Stevens .410 bolt action. I remember my Dad tracking that deer for what seemed like a long time, it had only gone about 75 yards, but when you are 8 years old, that's a long ways. I remember sitting with my Dad in a make shift ground blind that he would build. The smell of oak leaves, the cool weather, and just staring at him as he scanned the field/woods. He is gone now, but every time I step out into the deer woods, that oak smell, the sounds, and many other sights and smells take me back to that time so long ago. I truly miss my Dad, but when I'm out there, I feel close to him. It's my time to reflect, talk to God and my Dad. Call me crazy, but that means a lot to me, to be able to harvest a deer is just icing on the cake. My Dad is with me on every trip, and I wouldn't have it any other way.