My most memorable wasn't the hunt itself, but the recovery. Got a deer way up behind locked gates. Gutted it and went back to my grandparents to get a cart to pull it down the roads and back to their place. My gramps, who died this month, went with me to get it. He took a break up high and I went the rest of the way on my own, till I met up with him again as he rested, but that walk up the mountain and back with him, was a good walk under the stars.
