My favorite memory was waking up the second morning of buck season in 92' as a 12 year old. This was my second season out as a hunter, and hunting with my dad meant the world to me. We had not much in common when I was a kid and I only got to see him on weekends, however we never missed the first day when I was a youngster. At 7:30 AM, we had seen a few does and I had never yet seen a buck in the woods while hunting. A 3 point yearling walked up about 100 yards away feeding. Being that I was only 12, and could barely hold the Ruger 06' up to my shoulder, my dad held his knee up and I rested it acrossed his knee......and managed to make a perfect shot on the buck. This spot in central Vermont that we sat in together is a very special spot to me, 3 years later I moved hundreds of miles away to central PA when he stayed in Vermont and I only got to see him about once a year since then. I just this last year moved back to the Vermont area and got to hunt this spot again for the first time since about 94' ..........on the second morning of archery this season I managed to arrow a huge doe in the same spot. Right after I saw the doe go down, still in my tree I pulled out the cell phone and called my father at 7am who now lives in PA to tell him I was sitting in "our" spot and arrowed a deer in the same spot as the one we got together. He was so touched that I called and it made me remember everything about the day I shot that first buck with him........12 years later that spot looks exactly the same as it did that day in 92'.