Thanks for sharing. Dad has been gone 2 years this last October 19, passed away on his 79th birthday. The prior October I put him in for a deer permit. Arizona offers a limited mobility permit if you have a doctors order. Dad was a disabled vet and had his mind set on shooting a deer. Hunting season was down to the last day and dad had not felt well enough to get out. I called him up the night before and reminded him we were hunting in the morning and I would pick him up. Off to a slow start the next morning we pulled off the payment to see camp after camp pulling out. We stopped to talk to a few, seems few deer were being taken. Dropping into a canyon we drove along B.S.ing with no sightings of a deer ,let alone a buck. 1 hour later found us driving along an old mining road were on the passenger side, the canyon dropped of at better then a 60 degree angle. As I drove along we found ourselves looking into a canyon filled with cat claw, mesquite, and prickly pear cactus. I stopped the truck and got out and tossed a few large rocks down the canyon. Like on que this spike stood up and started walking. I got really excited and told dad a buck was walking out of the canyon at about 250 yards. Hard as dad tried he could not spot the buck. He kept insisting that I take the gun and shoot the deer before it got away. I held fast and told him, I would not do that that he had time to find the buck. Well the good lord was smiling because for 5 minutes dad could not see the deer. As luck would have it the deer had entered a patch of prickly pear and was about to step out of the shadows into the sunshine. I told dad to get ready. I pointed out the patch of cactus and told him get ready, watch that patch in a second he will step out. At that moment the buck entered the light and as I was saying he is step.... the gun went off. I jumped not expecting him to fire. As I focused my binoculars back on the spot all I saw were legs flailing. A few war cry's and a slap on the back I started the task of packing out the deer from the steep canyon. (A job that almost killed me) During the drive out, needless to say. Dad had me stop at every camp, our truck we met going out to asking them how they had done. It may have been a spike, but it may have well as been a state record in our eyes. Lots of congratulation from all the hunters we met. A fitting end to dads last deer hunt