My hunting story began about 40 years ago in central Oregon. My maternal Grandfather took me deer hunting in the then-famous Ochocco Mountains. I hunted with my Grandmother’s rifle…an iron-sighted Savage M99 chambered in the venerable classic 30-30. I never saw a buck but I did have very close encounters with my first BIG bull elk and a doe that nearly sat on my lap. Shortly thereafter, my Mom’s boyfriend took me dove hunting with all his buddies. I was completely hooked! Hunting became, and has remained, the driving force in my life. Ever since, I have read and watched everything hunting. When I was thirteen, I remember very clearly…