I guess it would have been 1994, I was 14. My step-dad had taken me down to his parents place. Had a 5 point walk out at 100 yards. I remember being so nervous, i shot once and missed. The buck just stood there looking at me, so i jacked another shell in to the old model 99, .243 that my step-dad's grandpa had given him and took a steady aim and pulled the trigger. I remember the deer running toward a small patch of trees and disappering. My cousin had been hunting about 200 yards on the other side of the trees and came walking my way after he had heard the shot. I asked if he had seen the buck come out the other side of the trees and he said he didn't. We went and looked for the deer and there it lay only 30 yards from where i shot it.

Took my son to almost the same spot this year and he killed his first deer only 50 yards away from where i killed mine. On the other side of the patch of trees. With a .243. Not the old savage, but with his great grandfaters model 700 that he had gave me several years back.