I'm retiring my bow this year. I went out last Monday and had a great day. I finally got to go to my friends farm and do some bow hunting. It was the last week of bow season. I took my muzzle loader with me to sight it in. Behind Gary's house is a long overgrown field about 150 yards wide with a planted pine thicket going up the mountain on the other side. As soon as I got into the field, 4 deer jumped and ran into the pines right where I usually put my target. I was still sighted in from last year so after a few shots, I got on the ATV and went up some logging roads on the other side of the property. Half way up, I had another deer walking up the road in front of me, stopping every time I stopped. I did some scouting and then went to back down to a hay field. In the corner of the field was a scrape. A piece of fence was down and it was obvious that deer were entering the field there. I set up my stand at the edge of the trees over the broken fence, then went and parked the ATV about 400 yards away, hoping to block another trail with it at the other end of the field. About an hour after getting in the stand 4 does came by, just out of range, and entered the field about 60 yards away. Another doe came through about 1/2 hour later and followed the same trail. When I looked back into the field, there were two 8 pointers about 70 yards behind me shoving each other around, feeding a little, and shoving each other again. I watched them for about 30 minutes before they got behind some trees and I couldn't see them anymore. In the next couple hours a few more deer came and went. Finally about 6:30 three more does came running up past me, stopped directly downwind of me and my scent cans. The biggest one turned and walked directly over to the hole in the fence where my scent can was. She stopped 8 yards away from me and stared out into the field. I sent an XX75 on it's way, she spun, fell, got back up and I could see white fletching sticking out of her side as she ran past the other two deer. At that moment I knew my 130th deer with my trusty "medicine bow" was down! So, it's been a good 33 years with my $12 bow, but now I think I'll retire it. My wife wants me to stay out of trees and my joints ache while climbing all over the mountains these days. I think I'll just mount my bow on the wall, in a place of honor, and enjoy the memories of the four Pope & Young deer, and 126 others, I've taken with it. If I ever do bow hunt again, I think I'll use the new left handed bow my wife gave me last year, and start hunting from the ground again. It's been a fun ride!