As much as I'd like to, I've never been fortunate enough to be able to hunt the big country of Canada, or Alaska.
I'm not sure that this qualifies, but between the ages of 18 and 26, I spent a week each year, sometimes a little more, or less if I filled my tag sooner, camping and deer hunting in the Adirondacks here in NY.
I never set up camp more than a mile from the road, sometimes less, but I was in an area with a little over 50 square miles between roads, and the only signs of civilization I saw was an occasional airplane.
From as early as I can remember I've always loved being in the outdoors, but those solo trips brought the realization that it was where I was meant to be. It's who I am. Rain, shine, snow or wind, I've never felt more at home than I do when I'm in the woods.
That was quite a while ago, and I've made a lot of good memories since, but some of my favorite memories are of those times I spent alone in the woods.
Back then, I thought killing deer was what made my trips a success, but looking back on it now, I realize that just being there, and experiencing it all was the important thing.
Good luck on your hunt Kevin. I hope you have the time of your life.
Bob