I've always appreciated great hunting tales, but I particularly enjoyed this book because of Wensel's honesty. He does not tag every buck he sets out to kill, and happily admits it. This, in my eyes, is the sign of not only a veteran hunter, but a classy one. Wensel is known for his outstanding ability as an instinctive shooter, even on running game (another subject he discusses in detail) yet he's not afraid to admit whiffing a chip-shot at a standing buck. He details hunts where he falls over stuff, gets wet, and bluff-charges bears. In short, Barry Wensel is a man comfortable with himself, happy with life, and simply loves hunting. When he says he passed a shot on a giant buck simply because he didn't want his season to end too early, you believe him.