Daughter's first deer. I still love sitting on stand with her. Son's first bear. I've never seen happiness like I saw in his eyes that day.
The one I remember the most with the old man was when a doe jumped and ran hopping through the laurel fast as she could go. He swung the 742 '06 and dropped her with a head shot. I thought he was Superman after that.

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