Thanks. The coolest part about the whole hunt was that dad had a heart attack and quad bypass surgery and I didn't think he was going to get to go until about 2 weeks before the hunt, so this whole year was bonus. He was the one who got the muley, and we dropped it off this morning to be mounted. We had both deer under the tarp, and the taxidermist opened the wrong side, so I told him that we weren't mounting him because he was the baby. Boy did his eyes bug out. And then he got to see the muley. And did I mention that dad only started hunting deer about 6 years ago after I took it up for several years? Teaching your dad how to hunt something is a cool experience, and watching him tag that one was especially meaningful for me.