What is one of your favorite deer hunting memories? Like most, I have way too many to ever write anything less than a book about One that comes to mind is when I was still at home, maybe 18 years old, prime of my life...I hiked maybe 2 miles over several ridges behind my parents (it was a glorious place to grow up) house to a spot that had a great rub and a scrape that had been used over and over. It was PITCH black the whole way and when I somehow got there, I sat on the ground maybe 15-20 yards from the scrape. It was so dark you couldn't see the hand in front of your face. Well this buck came in shortly after blowing like a freight train toward that scrape. I mean he was worked up, just thrashing and making a ruckus all of 15 yards away and I never saw the bugger it was so dark. 30 years later I've never heard anything quite like it. A month later I shot what is still the best buck of my life, a 9 point that weighed around 180 dressed just a ridge over. I'm getting deer on the brain lately...what stories do you have?