Mine would have to be my brothers firstkill. We were about 100 yards apart bow hunting and the SOB is just blowing away like a madman on it. He started doing songs with the damn thing and I got so mad at him for doing that. At the time we didnt own a cell phone so I got down out of the tree to set his butt straight.
I no sooner get out of the tree and get about 30-40 yards I hear TWACKKKKKKK. I get over to him and he issmiling from ear to ear and shouts I shot my first buck. I will forever remember take me out to the ball game played on a grunt tube. It's memories like this that are priceless.