My dad's memory of my first deer might be more vivid than mine..
We were hunting together when I spotted 3 does. My dad was looking in the opposite direction and couldn't see the deer but the deer had already spotted us. I knew I couldn't nudge my dad or I wouldn't have any chance at getting a shot. It had been raining and I had my scope covers on to keep the scope clear. I slowly raised my 30-06 and looked through the yellow fogged up scope covers. I could just make out the deers form at about 30 yards. I took the shot and almost gave my dad congestive heart failure. My shot was a little high but the deer dropped right in its tracks. It's a wonderful memory and I'm glad my dad could be a part of it.
