Memorable moments, 2008:
1) Holy @#@! -- Hurricane Ike. The Krylon paint was blowing off the brush as I was re-painting one of the stands. Too many dribbles were landing on the side of the shed, 10 yards away. I gave up and decided to go hang camo blinds of the shooting rails of the other stand. One gust seemed like it was going to blow over the tree. My conclusion? Better hurry up and get to the other stands. The drive back to town was surreal-- no rain, bright sun, but trees were uprooting and blowing across our path. The power went out and stayed out for 3 days.
2) Pre-season scouting-- The repainted stand dried and I got it up. I decided to go out and enjoy the sunset from this new stand-- took my big astronomical binos, a flask of single malt, and some liver pate and watched deer until dark. On the way back to camp I bumped the largest buck I've ever seen on the place. Sadly, I never saw him again the rest of the season.
3) #3 Son-- After dealing with the hotest, windiest day I've ever faced on a stand, Angus and I sat in the waning light of Opening Day of KY Yute Season. About 10 minutes after sunset, a nice fat doe came out and stood broadside. My youngest son, armed with my 30-30 Marlin turned her into venison. He made a huge step along his path, and I took mine. That will be the last son I introduce to hunting.
4) #2 Son -- A week after #3 son got his first, Moose bagged his first solo deer. I was up in my stand, enjoying the approaching evening. I heard a shot, and a little while later Moose's voice crackled on the walkie talkie asking for a pick-up at point Victor. By the time I got over there, things were pretty well all figured out and no one needed me to supervise.
5) Dad's Turn-- In all honesty, my deer were somewhat inconsequential. I bagged my buck all alone-- on one of the days I was at camp solo, and for the first time in years I had no one around to celebrate with, no one to help carry the carcass out. It was just me, and when it was all over, I had a snack and went to bed. There was one special morning during season. That was the day that I hit the peak of the rut on the new stand and saw bucks and does every which way. Everything I did-- bleating, grunting, rattling-- provoked a response that morning. On top of it, there was a large flock of turkeys that came out and fed while all of this was going on. What a day!!!