I was a 15yr ole lad when my uncle placed me in one of his deer stands overlooking a purple hull pea patch on his farm here in Arkansas. About 30 minutes after daylight 3 does can out to mill around in the peas (bucks only that year). Just a bit later this little 5pt came calling and I let him have it with my open sighted Marlin 30-30. My dad never hunted so I am very lucky I had a uncle that was willing to take me. I still have the horns out in my shop. That was 30 years ago and I can still remember that day like it was yesterday. From that moment on I was hooked on whitetail deer hunting.