Mine centered around my nephew about 30 years or more ago. My sister was divorced and no MAN STUFF ever seemed to happen with my nephew. So I used to take him fishing, camping, and then I asked him if he wanted to try deer hunting. He was so excited. I guess I was too.

Well I got him a Remington Model 760 pump 30-06 rifle, I was using my Remington 742 semi auto 30-06 rifles. We went to the range and he sighted in. Then I had him take hunter's safety and he passed. So we were all set.

I hunted with two other guys back then as my friend owned 700 acres of beautiful woods. And we camped on the land in a trailer. So we got my nephew all set opening day. He came back late that afternoon and said he never saw anything. We were shocked as we had put him on the best stand in the woods.

So the next day I told him I would sit with him. So we went out and took the stand and he was really nervous for some reason. Then he finally admitted he saw deer the day before, but nothing he wanted to shoot. That again seemed strange as we had doe tags.

Well we were not there twenty minutes and in came three or four does and a nice little four pointer. We both had tags to fill on bucks or doe so I whispered for him to take the buck and I would take a smaller one. So we both got set to shoot I told him I would shoot right after him. I heard him shoot out one side of the blind and I shot out the other side of the blind, dropping my deer. I then saw that big buck, running straight away from us. I kept yelling for him to shoot, and he shot again. I figured he was wounded, right? No one misses a gimmie shot. So since he had not dropped, I put my scope under his tail (I hate to shoot a deer in the rear, but I hate tracking and dragging worse) and gave him the old Wisconsin booster shot. He dropped like a rock then.

So we went to my deer and I showed him how to field dress a deer. I was careful to explain to him how to do it all. And he watched but never said anything. Then we went to his deer and I told him to have at it. Well he knelt there, and looked at me, his eyes were wide as saucers. And he looked frozen. So I started explaining again to him how to field dress the deer. Finally he made a little cut but again, he was very reluctant to open the stomach cavity. Well now I was getting kind of upset. It was cold and I was wet, I wanted to get back to camp. So I opened the body cavity and told him to reach in there and roll the guts towards him, cut the fat behind the stomach, etc. And he started crying and begging me not to make him do it.

Well I was raised, you shot it, you cleaned it. Then he started this, "I am going to throw up" story. And he kept crying. I then blew my temper and basically really reprimanded him brutally for being such a child. I'd never seen anyone afraid of a little deer blood or guts. And I let him know what I thought about the whole situation.

I ended up gutting his deer as he stood there blubbering like a two year old. He tagged it of course. And then I told him to drag it back to camp. I have to admit, I was mad at him. I mean, I was really excited to take him hunting and he acted like a child.

But the icing on the cake was, at camp he starts telling his BS story of shooting the deer to my friends. I lost it!! I then told them what a pain in the you know where he was, and how he blubbered like a child. They of course thought I was kidding, making a joke, so they laugh, and teased him. Until they learned that I was not kidding. They tried to make him feel better, but you could see he was devastated.

We went back home after opening weekend as I had to work. But what I regret is.. my nephew never hunted again in his life. He never told the story of his first buck. In fact after we skinned that buck, or I should say, I skinned that buck, he'd never even hit the deer. I always wish I would have handled that situation better. The worst part is as I reflect on that incident, I never knew how much like my father I acted that day. You see my father was very strict. I realized I sounded just like he would have been. Worse, when he was told the story, he chewed his grandson out too. So yes, I nave a temper and when its tripped.. I can do really stupid things. But every time I see my nephew, we never talk about his one deer hunt.