This deer hunt I took in fall of 2008 was a mingling of pleasure and pain, as I took my first buck since the passing of my father. The trip had been pretty rough until that day when the wind finally stopped blowing, the temperature plummeted, and the bucks came out to play - and I was the only hunter in the woods to enjoy it. This buck wasn't the biggest I'd ever seen, and it's no longer the biggest one I've shot, but it will always be very special to me.
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