Last year, sitting in the Treelounge (with shooting rail), light rain, light wind, no snow on the ground. I'm talking to my hunting partners, when I see movement in a valley in front of me. I'm sure I'm off on the yardage, but I would bet at least 100 yards if not more, downward angle.

3X9 scope on 9, and I'm still having trouble picking them out. Looks like three in a row...I'm thinking a mom and twins, moving slowly. It wasfour, but I'll get to that.

I actually wedged myself between the railings of the Treelounge and rested the barrel on the shooting rail. Just like the instructions tell ya.

Take aim on the larger of the three that I see, squeeze the trigger, no movement. They probably don't know what happened. Chamber another, as my buddy is calling to see if I shot one (never turned off the radio). Shoot again, doe drops, other two take off, and thats when I see a fourth.

Another doe, very large, off to my left. I probably missed seeing her before, or she was farther ahead of the others. I'm left handed, so I swingto my left as I'm chamberingmy last round (I only load three). Small tree next to me served as a side rest, took aim, and fired. Doe drops where she stood.

Time to get a snack as I call my buddies for help. I stay in the stand trying to point to the first one that went down. I can see the second easy enough. First doe went down under some brush, and it took us a long time to find her. She was farther away than we thought. It was the longest shot I ever took in the hardwoods that I hunt. Both of my partners couldn't believe that I made agood killingshot from where I was.

Filled my tags opening day before 8am.

Can you believe that not one of my partners would help me clean them out? Oh well, at leasttheydragged them out.