Well, I was hunting alone one day on the outskirts of a new food plot. After about 6 hours of seeing nothing, I asked my dad to put on a drive for me. That lasted about an hour with no deer coming towards me. When my dad got to me, I told him that I had a good feeling about a spot about a mile away. He said OK and just as we were about to leave, he told me, "you know what, park your ass right here, were spending the rest of the day here." And wouldn't you know it, 5 minutes after he said that, I got my first buck. It was only a spike but still, it was the first deer that he actually saw me kill. So now, we both have that memory which wil stay with us both until the end.