I started hunting when I was 16, when it was late in the season. I went everyday. I saw plenty of track where I hunt but no deer. The last week of November came and as usual I was out in the stand wondering if I was ever going to get my first deer. Then I looked up and out in the field was a deer. I waited until he had his head down eating when I put the crosshairs behind his shoulder. And BLAM he fell to the ground. I had killed my first deer, a four point buck. It was one of the best feelings in the world.