Doc with a nice four point he shot after I made a one on one push through a strip of cover we saw him go into at dawn. Montana's Powder River, 1982.
This one takes me back....way back! That's an old Ruger 77, .220 Swift.
And back even farther...1972. My friend with his first buck. He used my Husqvarna .270. We weren't old enough to drive, so my dad dropped us off at the base of the mountain before daylight, and picked us up after dark. Tragically, my friend was killed in a car wreck when he was only 20 years old.