My first deer. I was stationed ion the military and quickly scouted an area near I95 where I used to pick dead deer up off the road in Maryland. I carried 3 2"x4"s in the woods with a hammer ,handsaw and nails and made a quick stand. I was a brand new Christian and brought my big King James Bible with me. I nearly read the entire book of Jeremiah . I was freezing cold and standing up when I spotted the reflection of the sun off of a 3 point buck. I was using my dad's 30-30. when the deer saw me and bolted toward my left through heavy cover. I thought quick and saw a little clear spot he would probably run through. I wsn't sure if my bullet would drop or not so I was going to aim at the top of his back. I already had the gun shouldered....and when he sprang across the clear patch I squeezed off the round. The deer folded up and layed still. I jumped nearly out of my stand excited. I ran to my deer and finished him off with my knife carefully saving th eheart and liver. My shot had hit him in the back bone. {The bullet had not dropped} I was so proud. Her he is.when I was 22.