I was about 11 and it was the first day i was going to deer hunt. My dad had taken me out scouting afew times in the weeks prior to the first day of gun season. We followed a creek bed where we had seen scrapes all over. So we woke up at 5am. My dad took me out to a ground blind he had set up for me afew days before and told me that if any deer walked across the path where i was sitting. So i fell asleep. i woke alittle while later because something startled me. I look toward the path (it was a bout thirty yards away) and see a "huge" buck (it was prolly a1 yr old 6 pointer. Really small rack and body but it has six points. I was 11 and this was awesome to me) I calmly and slowlyraised my gun and took aim. I shot. The slug from my twenty gauge went right where i had been taught to put it. The deer ran about thirty yards down the path and dropped. I know it wasn't a huge buck but it was the first time i'd ever felt that rush ya get when a buck comes unknowingly right infront of your stand. God what a rush.