RE: Most Memorible Moment
 

It would definately be my firstand only buck I harvested so far.It happened the last day of 06' archery season and I have to give my wife credit because I slept through my alarm and she woke me up in time to get out in the morning.

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Easy it would have been my daughter Stephaniesfirst bow kill of her carreer!! It was 1999 and the first year I was letting her hunt by herself but I was only about 80 yards away and I was able to hear to shoot it!! Sorry about the pic all I had at the time was a cheapo camera.. Walt

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Ran 3 miles down the road sprinted the entire way to get my Grandfather and tell him I got one.

Jim you will love this, I ran three deer off his bait pile[8D] When he ask how for did it run, I replied it dropped right there in the bait pile.;)

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Mine was when I took my stepson out for his first hunt. He shot a nubbing buck ( it was an antlerless only youth hunt) he thought he could only shoot a doe.When I told him it was a buck he asked if he was going to be arrested.That was a great hunt.

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I remember every shot, hit or miss but the best would be my first buck. It was my first full season hunting with a bow and the weekend before rifle season started. I heard something coming and turned around to see 6 pt walking in. As I got up to turn around my arrow fell off and stuck in the ground under my stand. The buck was still about 40 yards out and kept coming. I knocked another arrow and stuck him at about 32 yards - watched him run about 40 yards and drop.

I ended up shooting an 8 pointer the next Sat morningduring rifle season from the same tree, so it was a very memorable week.

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My most memorable moment would have to bearrowing my 06' buck, with my wife by my side. After lots of days of scouting, everything finally came together on that hunt.

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Very, very ! Thanks for sharing.

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None are "more memorable" than any others. However, if I had to choose only one to remember from now on it would be November 15, 1998 when my father and I both shot nice bucks on the same morning on public land. His was much larger, of course, but that doesn't matter a lick. What a great day that was...