Mine would have to be on opening day gun season (Nov 15) here in MI, it was supposed to be a crappy day rain/snow, wind, cold, all day. So i was hoping the weather would hold out at least until noon, and it surprisingly did, well at leats until 10:45, no wind, in the morning which is unheard of where i hunt, and also no rain or snow so i had pretty high hopes. Didn't see anything for the first 3.5 hrs i was out there, but heard tons of shots and listened to my 2-way radio hearing people panic after missed shots. So that passed time.
10:10 rolls around and i hear a crash ahead of me and to the left, i duck down and see a yearling doe strolling along a nice trail i set up on, she looks over and we have a stare down, (i suck at these i always loose lol) but this time i held out long enough to where she went back to walking, i lost her in some thick stuff then a few mins later 3 more does come out to my left and i turn around and get ready to aim then another 2 yearling does spots me, as well as her mother we have a long stare down my heart is pounding, legs trembling, i keep telling myself dont screw this one up, just hold up, cmon a little longer, and they finally look down, tails flopping, they know something isnt right but by then its too late and i get the shot off at the older doe and claim her later in the day after looking a while for her.
Winning those stare downs for once and having the patience to hold out for that older doe was my best memory this year. It was awesome.
On the other hand my worst memory would be the same day, my dad also shot a doe but he did not wait long enough to let her bleed out and we lost her :/ i felt terrible, i cant imagine how he felt. i dont wish that feeling on anyone.