First doe I shot (198something) was when I was walking back to camp from my stand after a morning hunt. I saw her coming about 100 yards off, so I got beside a big beech tree. She kept feeding on acorns till she was about 25yds away. I lunged her, she hopped about 5 times and fell over. Grave-Yard DEAD

My first buck was the next year, I think. I was in an old baker stand. (Still have bruises from that stand) I had some turkeys behind me, and I was really wanting to see them, as there weren't as many as there are now. I heard one coming right under my stand, so I leaned out a little and looked over and there stood a little 4pt. I drew and shot the deer right between the shoulder blades. He tore off down the mountain and I heard him crash.

Both these hunts took place on our farm in WV.

I remember both like they happened this morning. Can't remember a damn thing my wife tells me...but ask about a hunting story from 15yrs ago---