I started hunting when I was 13 years old and hunting with a barrowed 20 ga. stevens single shot. I was living with my dad in NC at the time and had to go to Georgia to see my mom and step-dad to go hunting. (there wasn't anywhere close to hunt in NC). So I only had a few days to hunt that first year and never saw a deer. The next year my step-dad bought me my first gun, a 30-30 marlin. It was a cannon to me at the time. Me and him hunted a large field edge for two days before I saw a deer that was in range, a little buck that had a mainframe fork horn on one side and a spike on the other. His rack had been all messed up while in velvet and he had 6 points in all. (little tiny deformed points). He stepped out right at 50 yards so I took aim and shot hitting the deer in the spine and dropped him in his tracks. My second deer was my first one with a bow. I little 60 pound doe. I was shooting a 55# compound with fingers and got her at 15 yards. I was so happy with both of them I almost cried.

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