i was 10 and my dad took me out on the youth hunt. i had a 44 rem mag lever action with open sights. during the morning i let 3 does pass at 80 yards for fear i would miss, and i told him i wanted to shoot a buck. that afternoon at 1:00 i got in the stand at a clearing near the end of a 300yd long thicket about 50 yds wide. my uncle went to the top of the thicket and began a drive as my dad and myself waited in the stand. then i heard it coming, and my dad got all excited as i remained calm. when i saw it step out i saw the rack on it, and my dad starts telling me to shoot it, its a buck. so i am aiming to make a good shot, and my dad bumping me in the back telling me to hurry up and shoot. anyway, one shot the thing sat down like a dog with his rear end first then he fell over. at that my dad started jumping up and down and yelling " WOO-HOO" it turned out to be a 145lb 7 point with a nice little rack. but i was just so calm as my dad almost had a heart attack.


my first deer with a bow was from that same stand, but i was on a still hunt with nobody driving the thicket. my was between my dad and the thicket as he was rattling. he brought a small 4 point out to investigate and as the deer paid attention to my dad, he stopped broadside at 15 yards and i put the perfect double lung shot on him. i could not see my father from my stand so i got down to walk up and get him. on my way to his stand i walked right up onto my deer that had went down in some brush and it almost startled me. anyway the deer had run up to my dad and my dad had drawn his bow and waited for the deer to come out because he didnt know that it had fallen.