I've often wondered if living in the "good ole days" of deer hunting as we do now, where deer are so abundant, and we see them everywhere hasn't taken some of the "mystic" out of deer hunting for the younger generation. When I started hunting in the early 80's, you rarely saw one. To see tracks was a huge thing. Just killing any size buck was a huge excitement. Now, the mystic - the aura of it has dissipated to the point, it doesn't breed that same passion it did for those of who started when times weren't so great. I remember the first deer I killed, I was probably 19. Didn't have a clue what I was doing. By pure absolute luck I killed a little six month old spike. Me, my brother-in-law, and his brother thought we had slain Godzilla!! We strapped it on the hood and drove it out of the woods. I have never been so excited. A passion was birthed in my heart. It became my lifestyle, not just something I did - but, a part of who I am. Little did I know it would be a few years before I killed another deer - but that just made it all that much more enamoring!