i went on a couple youth mentored hunts with no luck before i was twelve. it was really just spending time outside more than hunting.

Well my first licensed hunt i went out with my bow and my dad. I was 12 years old. It was the first day of archery and my dad slept in till 9 a.m... i was pissed! so we headed out, still hunting in a thicket. we popped around a bush and saw a big spike. my dad whispered "shoot it" knowing we wouldnt get many chances to going out that year since at the time my mother was terminally ill. there was a hole in a thorn bush the size of a soft ball in the thorn bush, revealing his vitals. He said can you make that shot? i drew my bow, and he got to see me slip the arrow right behind his shoulder. We were so excited he was almost in tears being so happy. the deer ran 20 yards and we got to see it drop in sight. that will always be very special to me.