His story brought back memories of the hunt I shared with my son James when he was only eight-years old. Like most of us, Manning was unable to describe the sea of emotion that overcame him that day in the blind with his son Mason. It all started with a trail-cam picture of a long-tined whitetail that showed up near one of their favorite mountain hunting spots a few weeks ago. From that point on, the picture of this dark-racked buck was all that young Mason could think of or talk about. Luckily, the Kentucky late muzzleloading season was approaching and Mason still had a buck tag left.