My fondest memory is getting my late father back into bow hunting. He was more of a gun hunter and started bowhunting again after I had some success and kept hounding him to start again. I will never forget him shooting his first and having him tell me the story or when he shot a buck got stuck on the track job and called me at 11 pm and asked if I could help him. I drove the hour and half to help him track and when we thought all was lost we found him at about 2:30am, short night for having to work at 9am. He became so addicted to bow hunting he used all his vacation on it and just hunted the first two days of gun. He thanked me for getting him back into bowhunting because he enjoyed it so much more than gun, I just wish I could have one more hunt with him.