My first buck was a gift from God. It was my second year of rifle and I was sitting at the edge of the woods waiting for the drive. My uncle and I were about 50 yards apart each at the corners of the woods. About 30 minutes had past into the drive and I turned my head and looked up the woods. When I looked back at the woods there it was. A buck about 30 yards away trotting. Right inbetween me and my uncle. While I quickly got the gun up and aimed my uncle started to wave his hands to get the deer to stop for me. I shot one shot then two. The deer started to run and my gun got jamned after fixing it then the third shot then 4 and 5. On the fifth shot the buck toppled over. Went up to it after it fell. It was a 3x4. All five shots hit and all in the vitals. Luckily when I looked at it, it had an infected foot and it couldnt walk on it. This enabled me to be able to get five shots in. This is why I consider it a gift from God because if it hadnt had the infected foot I might have not have got it.