With the New Year just around the corner I thought it would be a good start to reminise back to the day of taking our first deer, I'll start...

...I took my first deer, I think it was my second season, I was about17. It was late in the season and we did not have much meat in the freezer.I think my Dad only had one down. I seen a group of 6 does running along the bottom of the ravine I was over looking when they suddenly changed direction and started heading toward me. They ran within about 30-40 yards of me right behind this blow down on the top of a little knoll. I had made my blind out of another blow down(uprooted tree) just like it. I peaked up to see where they were and ifI could get a shot. I seen them picking at the forst floor but one was looking right at me, so I quickly kneeled back down. His curiosity got the best of him. He peeked his head up over the blown down tree to see whatmysterious creature he just saw. I quickly shouldered the 12ga and put the crosshairs on his neck BANG! Got my first deer. Bout a 90lbs. button buck. I was so happy, I remember calling my dad on the 2-way. Ah to be young again...lol I'm only 24 now.