Sometimes a kill means more than just the size or rarity of the animal. What's the story behind your special hero shot the picture doesn't portray.
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In 2004 I had hung my stand at my family farm down in a little wood patch that was next to an old delapidated homestead.
You see this old home was build by my Great Grandfather. I never knew them but everytime I am in this little piece of woods I feel a deep connection with it and the land. It is littered with acorn trees and when they start falling it is a good thing to be there.
This is the only deer I have killed in the little woodlot by the house. I'll never forget this hunt, she walked around feeding underneath all these trees for a long time before I ever saw her. With the thick leafy canopy so low my stand platform was maybe 10' off the ground and I could hear her forever meandering around crunching nuts before she finally appeared about 15 yards away. Head down rumaging through the leaves for her prizes she feed her way right underneath me. I was 10' over her and the shot was maybe 5 yards.
In 2008 a friend of mine had 6 or 7 of us out to thin down his overpopulation of does. We had a contest for most and largest. Great campfire that evening with many close bowhunting friends. As I usually hunt alone, this photo brings back a bunch of good memories.