My first deer was a nice 5-pt buck that I killed on a public wildlife management area.

The deer had been missed twice that morning before crossing over the ridge line I was watching from the next hollow. Half way down the hill side, the buck caught me shifting around and started trotting toward a thicket at the head of the hollow. I found the only opening in the thicket (about the size of a modest TV) and shot when the buck moved through the openning.

Remington 742 .30-06, 180 grain Core-lokt...buck took 5 steps and fell.

My wife was sitting next to me during that hunt. That buck (small compared to some I have killed) still has the center spot on my living room wall.