Nothing flashy for me. About 13 years ago my family and I were celebrating Thanksgiving in Roanoke, Va on my uncles mountain. Some how I talked my dad to sit that evening with my then 7yo son. My dad had never been hunting before and my son was just starting to hunt with me. We sat on a ridge looking down on a small grassy field. Just before dark I spotted a small buck and squeezed the trigger. The buck dropped in his tracks and my son and father couldn't believe that it just happened. We couldn't take the dear back to the main house because my uncle's Rottweilers would have probably taken the deer away from us. So we cleaned the dear and quartered it right there in the field. My son holding the flashlight and plastic bags while my dad held a leg and followed my instructions. I was amazed how my father handled the sight of killing and cleaning a deer because he had never been exposed to anything like that before. My son did great and studied my every movement as we cleaned the deer. My father passed away about a year later and my oldest son is off at college now and my youngest child has become my hunting buddy. Spending the time with my dad and my first born son in that magical place and sharing that successful hunt with them is a day I remember well and often.