My first deer was a little doe when I was 12. The coolest part was sharing the experience with my dad, the guy who taught me everything I know about hunting.

Looking back at the pics of her, she was small but meant the world to me. My dad was happier for me than he ever has been for himself with any deer buck or doe and I was happier about that little doe than I was with my 13pt in 2005!

My dad didn't tell me this until a few years ago (I'm 24 now), he had a shot at the deer I got from less than 20 yards but didn't take it because he thought there was a decent chance that she was headed toward my stand. This is hard to do hunting a woods where between the 2 of us we were lucky to get a deer a year!