11/28/2004: I got my first deer with a little help from a local expert (George) with 20 minutes left in the season. I shot across a ravine while leaning on an outcrop in the snow and got "scoped". That's why I'm bleeding (No, the deer didn't attack me.) George drug this monster down the mountain in the dark, and we had to drag it knee deep through an ice cold creek. It was worth it. I've still got a few steaks in the freezer. To see how a real hunter does it, check out the set of pics after my deer below.