Price Of A Buck

Growing up in the mountains of southeastern Kentucky allowed me to fully experience nature and the outdoors on a very personal level. In fact, I was busting bushy tails with a single shot .22 rifle before I was even able to walk very well. Hunting and the outdoors was not a hobby, but a way of life in my family. We planned vacations around the November rut and I was even allowed to play hooky from school when the big boys were on the prowl. I guess my background and love for the outdoors has shaped and molded a person that some may consider being a little out of touch with modern society. Heck some of you may even think that I am about two sandwiches shy from a full picnic after you hear what I turned down last Wednesday.

On the other hand, my father and son knew exactly where I was coming from and supported my decision with the passion of two real deer hunters. I was actually contacted by phone and offered just over $2,000 greenbacks for the massive racked Kansas bruiser that I shot with my bow last season. There was no way after hunting five straight days from daylight until dark that I was going to let this bad boy slip off of my wall. Don't get me wrong, there is no doubt that I could definitely use the money right now. However, I simply can not put a price tag on this buck or any of my bucks for that matter. I had several close encounters with my Kansas giant before finally connecting with him on the last day of the hunt. I guess there really are some things left in this high-tech world that money can't buy. This is especially true when you're talking about a mountain hunting hillbilly that lives and breathes to deer hunt! Give me some feedback and let me know what you would have done in the same situation.