Great story DBDL! I would have to agree that my first buck in 86 was my best. The adrenaline rush was unbelievable I had finally gotten a buck. Started hunting at 12 and got my first buck when I was 20 y/o. No youth hunts back then.
I am on the left w/ my dad and brother. We still hunt together out of the "cabin".
I was an eager pup, i couldnt wait to join the chase with my old man. I made backtags with crayons and i made squirell drives of the neighborhood with rock throwers "shooters" and pushers when i was too young to take with. I could not wait, and finaly i got to go along. Its amazing to me now that he was able to kill anything with an antsy kid on public. We had lots of encounters, and i saw many tails and a few almost kills. Elementary school in the city, not many kids i knew were hunters, i got an early start tellin buck stories and i told my dad that they didnt believe me, and that they said i was a liar. This pic is of my best buck, this is the first kill i was in on with the old man. We have gone on to kill many many more, several with very large 'scores'. but that first buck, man was that sweet. I was in the club. Kinda hehe.. then i joined the missed a buck club, and then a few years later bagged my first of many. So when we walked up on my dad's 'monster' he told me to tell those kids at school that dead bucks dont lie, and ever since thats the first words out of my mouth whenever we are lucky enough to harvest another beauty.
November 12, 2009. 17 1/2” inside spread, 184 lbs field dressed. Cold, frosty calm morning he came to investigate another buck that was grunting in return to the can call I was using. He got between me and the other buck and took interest in the can call, came to 12 yards turned broadside and the three blade muzzy put him on the ground in 60 yards.