It was 15 years ago and I was 14 years old. It was the day before we left to go elk hunting and I found a group of 3 mule deer bucks grazing on the side of a pretty big mountain. I went around the mountain and hiked up the other side. Just before I got to the top I stopped and rested because I was sucking wind pretty bad. After I got settled down I went the 10 or 15 more yards I needed to peer over and there he was about 30 yards down hill from me. I went back over told myself to use the 10 yard pin since the angle was very large. I drew back stood up and looked over. he was broadside and I put the 10 yard pin of my little 45 pound bear bow on him and put it right behind the shoulder on the front side. He was 1/4rd away and the arrow hit the offside shoulder and the arrow stoped. I watched as he went down the drainage to the other side over some rocks and started coughing up blood and fell down the rock ledge into some thick brush. He was not only my first deer ever but the first with a bow as well as the largest deer I have ever shot. A 5X5 mule deer.