I was 14 and was walking to a stand before my dad/brother pushed a piece of woods towards me. I had to stop to "go" and after doing my duty, I took two steps and a doe and buck busted out of their beds. I shot the remaining deer which turned out to be a button buck. My first deer.

I thought it was huge until my dad and brother showed up and said "you shot a little one". I didn't take it negatively because they congratulated me on my first deer and it turned out to be the only deer the three of us took that season.

I've harvested 86 deer since that first deer in 1976 and this is still one of my fondest memories of deer hunting.