The year was 1987. I had been "learning" to hunt from a retired Green Beret and a retired police officer/high school teacher. They taught me alot of useful information and alot of misinformation as well. (smoke as many cigarettes as you want...deer smell smoke in the woods and it doesnt spook them!)

Anyway I went hunting by myself after work one afternoon and while walking to my stand in a stand of hardwoods, I decided to "walk" like a deer. Read a magazine that said to take three short steps and stop for one minute before repeating.

By the time I made it to the hardwoods, quite some time had passed. The cover leading up to the clearing was fairly dense and I decided to squat and look into the clearing. Lo and behold...deer legs!. I knew they were deer legs because I had seen hundreds of them...in magazines. I shouldered my new 30-06, find the chest in the scope and squeeze the trigger. Nothhing! I forgot to take the safety off. The next time I squeezed that trigger, I heard a loud BOOOOM. I ran to where I last saw the deer and my trophy fell right where he was hit.

That trpohy made me a HUNTER and I proudly displayed his skull plate and two 7" spikes for many years.

Sean