For FishingMagician.com, I'm Eric Granstrom. Happy Thanksgiving! I have two Thanksgivings from the past that come to mind on this day. The first when I was 13-years old. Back in the good ole days, we were able to hunt blacktail deer in Western Washington both in the early hunt in October, then the late hunt over the four day Thanksgiving weekend. Dad, my brother Shawn, and I headed across the Pilchuck to hunt "Buck Island." We slogged down a motorcycle trail through a reprod, a small creek (although this day seemed more river-like), and headed into the second growth on the edge of an old clear cut. The deer, especially the bucks, LOVED this spot which was carpeted with moss, berry vines and sword ferns. It was just after daylight when we heard Shawn shoot. He downed this pig of an old deer with a gray face, roman nose and gnarly looking antlers. My other favorite memory was my senior year when I was trying to cut weight for wrestling. Grandma made a FEAST, of which I could only eat a slice of breast meat and a dab of jello. I vowed from then on to never miss the Thanksgiving feast. Until next time, Happy Thanksgiving!