Without question, one of my favorite bucks of all time never made the record books or the cover of a magazine. It was just an above average deer that came at the absolute perfect time. After a life filled with pressure, deadlines, commitments and long hours at work it finally happened. The man who had always been there for me through all of the basketball games, difficult teenage years and my first heartbreak suddenly didn't seem invincible anymore. My childhood hero that had taught me how to cast a baitcasting reel, read deer sign and shoot a rifle was suddenly hit with a massive heart attack. The memories of those cool fall morning squirrel hunts, gobbling spring longbeards and that first buck we took together are what kept me from completely breaking down. I began to wonder if the past hunting and fishing trips we shared together were going to be the last.