My passion for hunting, specifically white-tail deer, started when my dad took me hunting for the first time when I was 13 (about 11 years ago). He took me to his old stomping grounds in the Allegheny National Forest of Pennsylvania. His stories of hunting with his family and friends and seeing herds and herds of does (few small bucks) excited me, and on my first trip I lived what I had always believed and got my first deer, a very small doe. The next year was pretty similar, but as the seasons went on it became harder and harder to find any deer. I haven't hunted in Pennsylvania in the last two years do to my job, but my dad still goes and it's always the same bleak story. My philosophy is that, every year, I want to go to deer camp just to see family, friends, play cards and drink beer and if I even get a chance to shoot at a deer for some good meat, then I had a great time. But, it's literally been years since I have seen a deer in Pennsylvania, and since I'm an out of stater, I'm not even fortunate to see a doe permit! Where in the heck did all the deer go?