I bought a bow 2 weeks before our season opened and I shot my first deer when I was 25. A spike horn. When I shot him I thought I was shooting a doe. I was so excited when I called my dad to help me look for it. He came and after a very short search, he hollered to me that he had found the deer but it wasn't a doe. It was a spike. You would of thought I had shot the new state record, the way I was hoot and hollering. It didn't matter to me, I had my first deer and my dad was there to share the moment with me. Nothing beats sharing those special moments in the woods with your family. Even my wife and 2 daughters came into the woods to see my deer. And I'm proud to say that both of my daughters are hunters and have shot deer while I was with them. And even though 1 is in college and the other on her way in the fall, they still hunt when they can.