For me it's more about who I'm with than what happens on the hunt. I got my first deer when I was 21. It ended up being the last time I hunted with my dad. He died the following spring.
My bucket list last hunt would be at our camp in Pennsylvania with my son Eric. Some folks dream big. Some of us just dream. Eric's my only son, and the only one I care to hunt with much these days. He hasn't notched a tag yet, and I'd sure like to be there when he does. If he could do it from Dad's spot high on the mountain above camp, that would make my hunting days complete and successful. Hallowed ground up there. I can see why Dad liked this spot so much. Now it's time to pass that experience off to my son.
