28 years ago, and I can remember most of this hunt like yesterday. I was in a shooting box and the woods were so, so quiet when snowflakes the size of half dollars started falling. I could actually hear the flakes hit the powdered snow.. As a crow flew low through the trees I could hear the flapping of his wings... And then I made a shot on this buck that was just under 100 yards.. The snowmobile and the ride back to camp with my buck to a warm camp fire made it one of those "you had to be there moments" which I`am sure you all have experienced in one way or another.....Yea...Whitetail deer hunting is a part of America like no other....