I took my 6 year old out for the MO opener. He killed a doe during youth season and said he was waiting for a buck. On Saturday night we had a doe and 2 fawns come in and I asked him if he wanted to shoot and he said NO! I told him that he is doing something as a 6 year old that alot of deer hunters can not. Sunday evening we went back to the alfalfa field. We had 2 small flocks of turkeys come through the field which really passed the time for us. About 20 till 5 this buck slips into the field cruising the edge. My son had been shooting a Ruger Compact in 243 but when I saw the size of this buck I took the 243 away and passed him my 270. He found the buck in the scope and I stopped him at about 80 yards and quartering away. He told me that he had it on him and I told him if he was on him, the you had better kill him. On the shot I saw the buck hump and start running up the field carrying his left leg. I knew he was hit hard but I got caught up in the moment and started yelling "go down, go down!" The buck piled up after running only about 60 yards in the field. There was a celebration in that double bull blind that you can't even believe. We shared some hugs and high fives and tore out of the blind and had a foot race to the buck. As we got to the buck I recognized him b/c of trail cam pics. We high fived some more and hugged and even shed some happy tears. It was the most exciting moment in my hunting career and I was just a spectator. For all the dad's out there you know what I am talking about.