another neet thing about last years hunting was that when my daughter got her deer she was the first in my family (immediate or extended) to ever get a deer. Then when my dad (her grandfather) came in on thanksgiving he went hunting with us. He sat there in the hail and freezing rain watching her hunt and then saw her pass up a deer at about 65 yards because she was uncomfortable with the quartering angle. My dad was amazed that she had that kind of patience and respect for the animal. Although he froze, he can not stop talking (as can't I apparently) about hunting with his grandaughgter