My favourite hunt has to be the one when i shot my second buck. I saw him standing on top of the hill behind me earlier that morning. I blew the grunt and he ran off, I thought "crap" he's gone. about 1 1/2 hours later, i heard a deer running my way from the direction that buck went. it was a doe. Then I heard another deer. There he came, they stopped behind my stand and stood there for a while. i was watching them, then the doe turned around and started running the other way. i knew the buck would follow, so I quickly raised my gun and aimed and pulled the trigger. He dropped right there, then got up and ran off. I went to look for him and couldnt find him, so i left the woods and got some friends. we went to the spot where he dropped the first time and found blood, so we made a line and started walking, every little bit, some would say "blood". finally, the blood ran out so we stopped, my cousin adam looked behind us and said "there he is". WE walked right passed him lol. we drug it out and checked him in.