I was twelve years old when i killed my first deer. I was down in southern Indiana and it was my second time out when a small doe stepped about 20 yards in front of me (perfectly broadside). I shouldered the 45. caliber muzzleloader and stuck the sights on her shoulder and squezzed. She ran about 100 yards down a little ravine and dropped jumping over a fence. It was really cool, but the coolest part was that i had my dad with me in the stand.