First deer was when I went out with my grandpa using his savage model 99 in .300. A fork horn with one side busted off came running across the field and then turned and ran straight for us. I shot and the deer dropped. Little did I know that since I was so nervous, I had been off the mark and shot the deer through the front knee, exiting into the back knee, as we walked up, the deer for up and I shot it again, finally ending the hunt. Not the greatest deer, or the greatest shot, but one I will remember forever.