My hunting seasons got a new flavor: Adventure and memories. I'm over the big buck bullshit. I tried it; it's not my game. There's more to this hunting thing than being obsessed with something I have zero control for, and honestly, no real talent over. It was a phase that taught me a lot, but the end lesson is its time to move on and refocus. I still like to see big bucks and will exercise dome restraint here and there, but the kind of buck that will make me happy now includes whatever buck makes for the best memory. And the last time I checked, memories are not measured in inches...