One of my first couple deer hunts was one of those muzzleloader hunts. It was awesome. Kilt about a 65lb doe. I handed the gun to my father because I was too little and couldn't see over some brush. While we were arguing about who was going to shoot the deer ran up the hill a little bit where I could see it and he handed it back to me... Boom. Never forget that. First deer I ever kilt with a smoke pole. I remember my Dad picked it up and hung it on a tree to gut it by the back legs with one hand.

That's like a duck hunter living in Arkansas next to Bayou Meto and telling me he ain't never hunted it.... Things that make you go... Huh.