Last day of the season November 30, 1962. Northeast Wyoming, snowing like you couldn't believe, packing the 30-06 03A3 with all the wood still on it. A 4 point Whitetail came blasting by in the trees and shot him with one shot. Still have the horns. My dad and uncle were in the truck waiting for me as it was getting close to dark and I was dragging it out. They finally saw me and they came to help out. We all had big smiles. It was a lucky day for me. Don't hunt much any more but go with my sons and grandsons. I was given the rifle in 1957, but 1962 was first year I could hunt. I still have the rifle after 64 years, updated with new stock and scope. Harvested many elk, moose, and deer with it. I love that rifle, it always got what I was after.