Deer season is over in my neck of the woods. Man that bums me out. This is when you have to reach deep down and pull out those great memories. No matter if it is deer,turkey,elk ,etc. What ever game you seek, when the season is over you have to rely on what you remember.
My favorite memories of this past season were when I, myself, just filled the freezer, or more importantly when I got to show my son what my passion is all about. I'll never forget the first chance he had to shoot a deer . He took careful aim and didn't shoot . When I looked at him he was shaking, buck fever had struck again. Or I can recall my hunting buddy, killing his first big racked buck. Boy I was jealous! He killed a monster 7 point. To me hunting is not about the harvest, it is about getting outdoors, which I sometimes forget. I can recall some of my fondest memories such as sitting on the ground by a tree and watching two does, both with sets of twins, pass within 15 feet from me. Talk about a rush. Or even better getting high on a mountain to watch the sun rise or set. There is nothing more relaxing.
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