Guys,

We all can remember that very first buck. The feeling of harvesting an animal so majestic and strong. The reverance for the animal and the harvest. And the memory made and shared with close family/friends is one never forgotten. Special.

My question is, did your first buck demand any respect? Was it an elusive, majestic, mysterious, sneaky, Southern whitetail? Or, was it a pile of Yankee goohey pooh?

uhhh mine was a button buck. and im from kansas...so its a midwestern buck. not southern but not yankee poo

yup it was in ky so southern

Pile of Yankee gooey pooh.Wisconsin 8 pointer. [:'(]

Mine was from God's country here in Kansas. I'm sure it had southern herritage though.

mine was a small pile of yankey pooh. 4 pointer.

I sure wished i could bag one of those southern whitetails that demand respect. that would make my day.

yea mine was a 9 pointer from connecticut and im not gonna disrespect my deer by calling it a yankee buck-Pure Goohey pooh. he is hanging proudly on the wall....that demands respect

duckhunter81891 just demanded respect and we each will give it to him.

Midwest for me, right here in central IL. I don't know, maybe it's just me, but the deer here seem to be....oh what's the word.....bigger????


Oh, and everybody have a great weekend in the outdoors, demanding respect of course.

My first buck, a 6pt on a snowy Dec. opening day morning in 1975 is etched in my mind as if it were yesterday!Beautiful Bradford County Pa at about 9:15 AM in a part of Gods Country.