Not necessarily my hardest shot, but the toughest shot was the first deer I ever killed. It was a down hill quartering toward me shot from about 85 yards. It was the toughest shot I ever made because I lots my father the following spring. I'd gladly give back every deer I've ever taken to have had more time with him. He died when I was 21 years old. I'm glad we at least got to share that first deer taken together. MIss you Dad. We'll hunt together again soon.
