A little like mrbb, my dad pretty much raised me bowhunting on state land in Michigan. Over the years we had plenty of encounters and great hunts, most of which resulted in 0 deer LOL. Probably one of the best would be my first antlered buck. I remember getting home from school and was surprised to find my dad home from work already. He was fiddling around with stuff for the house when I asked him if we could take a walk out in the state park down the road from the house. It was opening day of bow season in Michigan that day and just the thought of tramping around in the woods was exciting. I tried to find an area some friends had shown me the winter before but it all looked different this time. As we headed deeper and deeper on the 2 track we finally decided we needed to look for a place to sit til dark. We wandered off the trail a bit and I immediately found a good rub and a couple scrapes. Excited at the new sign like that I told my dad I was going to sit there for the evening, so I sat up against a good sized tree just so I could keep looking at that fresh rub and my dad walked off a short distance further. Sure enough after a while I look back behind me and here comes the buck! The shot was decent and we tracked him down, boy what memories we had that day!! Still remember all the effort it took to get that buck back home too!! Over the years that spot/general area has produced many good buck sightings and many, many opportunities for both my dad and I. Only the last several years has there been guys moving in on it and taking over.