My dad would carry me to a club in south Georgia to hunt. I think I was 12 when he let me sit in a stand by myself. The club was loaded with deer and my dad told me to takefill some doe tags.I sat on a popular club standon apowerline where I could see forever, only problem was I had a 12 gauge with buckshot (I didn't have a rifle back then). Two does came out on the food plot around 30 yds,I put the bead on oneand fired. The does I was shooting at broke and run, and the other just picked it head up. I immediately aimed and shot the other doe too, dropping her instantly.We looked for the first doe I shot at for over an hour, no blood ever found. Anyway, I was so proud of the one I got. I forgot to mention it was only a doe yearling, around 60 lbs