I have so many wonderful memories from my years spent in the field from going with my dad when I was young to the many wonderful times spent with friends, However the most special memory was when I was sitting with my 14 year old daughter at the time and she killed her first deer. I can remember every thing about that hunt from the cold cold afternoon to the quite whispering conversation we had and placing the perfect shot like a seasoned vet on the deer. When we reached the deer there was a tiny tear drop in her eye out of respect for the animal and I must say a larger one in my eye. The deer was technicaly a spike however it was really an older deer that would have had a rack but both sides were broken off at about 7". to her it was a 160 class buck and out of all the deer I have taken none has ever ment more to me. Now I can not wait to repeat this feeling with my 6 year old son when the time comes.