So I had been hunting for a few years before my first deer. I had made plenty of mistakes that cost me my first deer in the past, not having the gun ready on a drive, snow in my peep sight, etc...but one day on my Grandpa's and I annual hunt was the day. Several cool things happened that day. At the last minute my dad took the day off and came with. Dad and Grandpa were making the drive I had screwed up on the year before when over the ridge came two deer. They broke across the tea bog and at about 60 yards I dropped the lead deer, a huge doe. The second deer leaned over and smelled the rump of the first deer, so I shot that one as well and it dropped with its head on the rump of the first...it was great...a spiker. So after my shot I hear my uncle yell, turns out him and my cousin were coming in from the opposite direction because they had taken the day off as well, so I ended up having the whole crew there for my first deer. Everytime I sit in that stand I can see the event happen over and over again!!