Ya, but fin we have a lot funnier stories to tell having gone thru many days of hunting than those first day shooters. I remember one time on the Pauns ML hunt when my boy had a tag. Opening morning we ran across a 3 X 4 massive horns, long forks 33 inches wide. I was to side of my son and the buck was less than 100 yards. Didn't even know we were there. I whispered, "Shoot the buck". He put the binoculars up again. (What is he doing?). He doesn't need the bio's. "Shoot the buck" is whispered. Nothing! After the third whisper of which a lot of time had expired, I yelled, "SHOOT THE DAM BUCK!". The buck ran off and we got to measure the horns on one really massive, wide deer, after the guy on the next hill shot it. My son said hey, my hunt and I didn't want a 3 x4. WHAT EVER!
That was one of just many stories down there.
That got me started and I really have to tell this one on us. Last day of the ML hunt. I beat Doyle Moss up the road, before light and he was dogging me. Finally I told my wife, that I was going to let him pass. He pulled up to the side of me and ask which way I was going. "Going to sit the waterhole. Is that your empty blind there?" His reply was to use it. So off we went and no sooner got to the water and heard some shots on the other fork in road. We watched bucks come in and go out from the water. Quite a spectacle we watched that last day. I shot one, but nothing to brag about. Well, the gal he was guiding shot a 220ish B&C buck right by a wood cutter not 100 yards on the other fork of the road.
I, like most of you, could write a book on hunting experiences. Especially on the Pauns. None of this, "I shot this 200" B&C buck on opening morning". What a bore. Fun ain't it.