The best bowhunting property belonged to my grandfather. I always was able to see deer, and had the best of time doing it.  My grand father took a bad fall in late August, 2007.  He was struggling to stay alive, and died on September 11, 2007. I thank God each day I was able to tell him i loved him beofre he went to meet God.  He had six children, so when he passed on, the property had to be put on the market because not all of the kids wanted to keep it.  I knew that I would only be able to finsih out that bowhunting season.  All of my freinds thought i was crazy because I spent every possible minute in my favorite deerstand.  I fought it out through snow, wind, rain, and below-zero temperatures. I had to harvest one last deer.  Yes, I had my chances.  I had two huge bucks walk under 30 yards of me, but somehow I missed.  It was a shot I was VERY confident in.  Oddly, one of these encounters was on Thanksgiving morning, and the other on Christmas morning.  Coincidence? I don’t think so.  Every time I crawled out of the deerstand at the end of the day, I knew I was one more day closer to the last time I would be able to go. That day finally arrived.  It was cold, around 5 below zero. I did everything the same as I had done before, but I cherished every moment of it.  I was able to see a few does, but I never had a shot. I was going home empty-handed. I got out and headed home.  I never knew how personal a peace of property could become. I’m not embarrassed to say that I was teary-eyed the whole way home.  Just because I wasn’t able to harvest a deer, I still deem the season successful, as I was able to enjoy the outdoors, just the way Grandpa would have liked it.  Everything will never be the same without Grandpa, but i know I have one more Angel looking out for me. Also on a side note, the deadline for articles is the same day as my grandpa’s birthday, May 19. He would have been 90.  I thank you for the opportunity to share my story with everyone.