Three years ago when i was fourteen, i went deerhunting for the first time in my life.I was using my stepdads 25' 06 with 115 graind bullets.ME my friend and his dad all had drawn west river any whitetail tags.so we went out to the county wer were going to hunt and we sat up on a bluff over looking a big grove of trees and also a little river and then more trees on the other side.we sat the first day and i saw a little 2x2 buck come up out of the river, i was shakin soo bad and fogging up the scope left and right.I shot at the buck, but i missed and he didnt run right away so i shot again and missed. i ended up missing that buck 2 more times in those few seconds.I was soo mad that i had missed him. we didnt get a shot off at anything else that day or weekend , but we saw alot running across the river about 1000 yrds away to the south. So the next weekend we went back out and we sat on the bluff and we didnt see anything but we did see them down on that same beach. So we decided to sit down there, my friends dad had just started to drift off to sleep as i saw a head appear across the river. i tried to get my friends attention and as i did he started to stand up and i whispered at him to sit down and look across the river, and i sat there and asked him if i should shoot it beings that its across the river . he said sure, so i got the crosshairs on him and squeezed the trigger,BANG, the buck rolled down the hill and landed on the opposite beach.It then made its distress call which just made my stomach curl.my friends dad sait that i scared the crap out of him when i shot. we then looked for a shallow spot to cross the river and as we were looking i saw my buck stand up and start to walk towards the water, i had ended up paralizing its back to legs. It ended up swimming across the river to our side and i shot it in the neck. It was a big bodied 2x2 i was so excited i shot my first deer and it was a buck too.so it was a good hunt we filled 2 of the 3 tags.