Not an accomplishment so much as honoring a shared commitment. I mostly hunt with my Dad and my 3 brothers or some combination thereof, and we cannot abide a hit deer left, unfound, in the woods. Three deer stick out in my memory where the five of us crawled on hands and knees in the dark and the rain to find and follow a blood trail by the dim light of small flashlights, circling through honeysuckle and blackberry briar thickets, shimmying under barbed wire fences, wading shallow rivers and picking through cattail swamps to find hit deer that ran further than we would hope. Working together and finding those deer was validation of our "code".