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This one is easy. It happened this season, because of work I missed opening weekend for the first time in 37 years, my 12 yr old son was upset, worrying that we might not be able to make it up north for any part of the season. Work would allow me to hunt only the last 4 days of the season. We made it up to the cabin on Wed. night, my son and I were both excited to finally be with the gang. Back in June my son was diagnosed with epilepsy, until we know for sure we have seizures under control(he's only had 1 witnessed seizure) I won't allow him to carry a firearm and he walks with me in the woods. Hunting whitetails here in the big timber area of northern wisconsin, we make drives to posters as our method of hunting. Its more of a still hunt to predetermined spot where we have posters on stand. On the second to last day, my son and I were moving through the timber, when suddenly there was movement to my front right. Scott saw the buck at the same time I did and we both froze. I was so proud of him, he didn't move or make a sound after we spotted the buck. The buck had no idea we were there and stopped after a few steps, I squeezed the trigger and he hit the ground in a heap. "YOU GOT HIM DAD, YOU GOT HIM"!!! he kept hollering. Scott was more excited than I had ever seen him. We walked over to where the buck was laying and we hugged and hi-fived until our hands hurt. He's not the biggest buck, but to Scott and I, he's the greatest trophy ever taken. I have relived that moment over and over, having my son right beside me while taking my best buck ever, is a memory I will treasure forever. As a bonus, we have another young man hooked on the outdoor experience.
I hope your moments are as special as ours. Happy Holidays to all.
Doug.