I grew up in northern WI.
Started deer hunting with dad at 12 years old. Poor guy ended up with 5 daughters and 0 sons. It wasn't so bad for him though- he got 4 fishing buddies and 2 hunters out of the pack.
I hunted with dad every year, right through college. Then I moved across the state, got married, and started hunting on my own land. I miss hunting with dad.
My biggest was an 8 point, the antlers are on the wall in my sewing room. The best was my first, a huge doe and I dropped it with one shot. Dad was so excited! and proud! we stopped at all the cabins and he told the tale over and over. That memory still makes me smile.
Now, that I live in Wyoming, I haven't had a chance to go out and hunt deer yet (fyi - I was informed that ELK are not DEER
).
Hubby has gone out after deer with the neighbor a couple of times but hasn't gotten anything yet. Muley's are a whole different animal than whitetails.
Made it out for elk season last year for the first time, but never saw anything but other hunters. The weather was too warm and the elk hadn't migrated down from the high mountains. To top it off, the Game and Fish changed the rules and made it any elk on a general tag, so we were shoulder to shoulder hunters for the opening weekend.