my dad had wanted me to bowhunt but i didnt really have the patience at first. then one day im sitting in my stand with an old crappy bow and a doe and her 3 fawns came walking up and started smelling my stand and then they just stood here. no way i wouldve shot one of them. then that year gun hunting i shot a buck on opening day at 8 in the morning. just me and my uncle were in the woods at the time. my dad was hunting a dif land. he came to the land at about 9 am and i told him i shot a buck and he was so happy he almost started to cry. that next summer i went out and spent the money i had saved up to buy a new PSE bow. ive been bowhunting since then. ill never forget the day i shot that buck and ive been hooked ever since