my first buck story is good.

i had been hunting for 2 years, so now i was 12 years old. i had shot 2 does, but no bucks. me and my father went to our usual spot in peapack gladstone NJ. its like 20 degrees and like 7 with the wind chill. instead of going to our usual double tree stand, the old guy we hunted with told us to go to his stand, all the way in the back of the property in the cedars by the field. i go to the treestand and my father goes to the ground blind used by the old guy during snow. getting in, their is ice all over the steps so i take my gloves off to get a grip, drop the glove and spend all morning with one glove. about 8:30 am my father walks over to the stand with some hot coa-coa. as i am drinking, i hear a commotion and look up. its a golden pheasant. i didnt feel like shooting it with a 20 gauge slug. we leave at 9 and drive through the local watershed that boarders our property. on the way out, my dad stops and yells " buck!" he takes pictures of it standing in the field before it takes off running towards our property. we went home to sleep. we got to our property late, about 2:40 in the afternoon. at 3:15, i look up toward the watershed, and here comes a buck at full run and it jumps a log and stops dead still. i dropped him in one shot and we did the whole dance and yelling and hi-5' s etc. my dad almost cried. lol. it was a nict 8 pointer with a 16 1/2" spread. 3 months later when i get it back from the taxidermist, i am sitting on the couch and looking at the pictures. the pictures my dad took of the deer in the field on the watershed was the same deer i shot 8 hours later. talk a bout a coincidence!