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Spending the last few evenings processing my bull has been a lot of work , but something I always look forward to . Teaching my son to take pride in your blessings , along with teaching him skills that I hope he will carry on to his son. Having my father there this time to see me pass on the passion of hunting and the outdoors the way he instilled them in me is something I will hold tight for the rest of my life. This has been my favorite part of this hunt.

I think about the hunts I've been on in the past and of course they were all a lot of fun wether we filled a tag or not. But some really stick out and I seem to reflect on them more often then others. One that sticks out was with just my dad and I. We drew 19A Archery Antelope in 1998. I was 13. We had an absolute blast! I remember trying to shoot at camp the weekend before the hunt and my release would give about half way through my draw cycle and my dad was just cussing like crazy "keep your dang finger off the trigger" finally I say here dad you try and the same thing lol! We had to tighten and loc tight the set screw behind the trigger. I found a small white mulie shed from the road heading out of camp. We had an old single cab bench seat Chevy and picked up a couple hitch hiking girls on 89 later to realize the signs say don't pick up hitch hikers, the Mingus girls camp was right above camp. We had to search for our fold up toilet seat about a half mile from camp because a huge storm came in and washed it down stream. We stood on a ridge off of fain ranch road and watched antelope from all different directions run right past us, I shot at a big buck we called Jim, and my dad laughed so hard when I shot because that buck seemed to turn and duck right before the arrow got to him and it stuck in the mud. We flung a lot of arrows and never connected but for so many reasons that one sticks out as one of the best hunts I've ever had. What's your most memorable hunt story as we prepare for another hunting season?

Well my wife is expecting and even though her due date is 12-29 it looks like the baby is trying to get here early. So I don't dare get away from home for too long. So I am making a one day run out to the desert tomorrow. Here is hoping. **Update** Well I left the house this morning at oh dark thirty and met up with the guys in camp before light. It was a short drive to our take off point and first light found us looking over some new country. At 9:00 we were looking at a group of three bucks bedded just 244 yds from us. None of them were anything to write home about but the short amount of time available and my love for shooting things combined to make it an easy decision. We looked them over and proclaimed one of them king of the dinks and decided he was the one to kill. After watching for half an hour hoping a bigger buck would appear we decided to try and sneak in and see if we could get it done with my muzzleloader. We got to 135 yds and the first shot was wide right by about 4 ft, guess my nerves got to me. Taking down a king brings a lot of pressure. Luckily the .300 win mag was loaded up and ready to go and two hits later the buck was more than done. I felt bad afterwards when the other two bucks with him just stood and stared at him on the ground. We hunted the rest of the day with the other two guys and of 7 bucks we spotted today this was the biggest. Maybe he really was the king.