After returning from the island hunt, I went bowhunting with my older son on a Sunday morning. After seeing several does and small bucks, a good eight-pointer stepped out between us and walked toward my son. I heard him shoot so I called him. "Did you hit him?" I asked. "Yeah, I saw him go down," he responded. "Let's go get him," I said. We inspected the buck, his biggest so far, after I gave him a bear hug. The buck was in the back of our truck when we went to church later that morning. I would have liked to take that buck myself, but I was much happier and prouder knowing that my son took it. Such is the case when you share a hunt or harvest with a family member or friend.