Mine first deer was 4 years ago. I had NO interest in hunting until 2 weeks until opening day of rifle season. Thanks to my awesome dad he went all out and bought me a rifle and found us place for us to hunt.

The first 2 weeks of rifle season, we only saw like 3 deer, all of which came out after dark. Then as we were feeling desperate, with 6 days left to hunt, I took a 350 yard shot at a doe with my .243. I hit her, but being inexperieced I forgot to watch where she ran to. We only found a little pile of blood at POI.

Moving on to the final 2 days of hunting season, Thanksgiving weekend. My dad had a friend that owned 1600 acres of farmland about and hour away. As soon as we find out we can go we head out. We get there Friday evening and do a quick evening hunt, no success.

The next morning, we head to a different spot watching a creek bottom at the bottom of a field. As me and my dad sit against a tree on top of a quilt, in the cool crisp morning, we wait for the sunrise. Right after first light, we see a deer come out of the bottom. "Ok, here we go Trev, here's your chance" my dad says. I'm so excited im shaking literally like a leaf. Not caring whether the deer was female or male I take 3 deeeeeep breaths and POW! with the trusty .243. I look up and see the deer jump 10 feet and the air and I know I put a good hit on it. I jump hoopin and hollerin "I GOT HIM!!!" I lay my rifle down and take off after it. There it layed not 50 yards from where I shot it, a beautiful 8 pointer. Not only my first buck, but also my first deer. I'll never forget that day.