I was 12. First day hunting. I was with my Dad and two uncles. I shot a buck, and he was probably the smallest 3 point you'd ever seen. I was the only one out of 11 in camp that got a buck (PA in 2001, if it had antlers, it was down). Seeing all the older guys I looked up to celebrating what I did was one of the coolest experiences of my life. That day hooked me on the sport and by the next year I had a bow. I think it was definitely worth it, changed my life.