Ok, well been hunting in my own treestand since i was 11. For 2 years we were in a mediocre club, i didnt see much those two years, a few but it never worked out. The next year, when I was 13, I hunted for the first time on our new hunting club. My daddy had shot a nice 6 pt that morning, and he took me to a spot on the edge of a clearcut and swamp about 100 yds from a road. At about 4:15, a small doe walked out into the cleacut to feed. i was shaking in my britches by this time, my legs were shaking uncontrollably and would not stop. For 30 minutes I battled it. I was not gonna shoot her, but the deer just made me that nervous. Well 30 minutes later i glanced down the edge where the doe had walked out and almost fell out of my stand. There was a buck, and a big one. The biggest id ever seen. I dont remember much but i do remember he was to my right so i slid around as much as I could in my stand to the right so i could shoot right handed. I was able to get pretty steady cuz i only weighed about 90 lbs then so i had plenty of room. It seemed liek as soon as i found him in the scope i pulled the trigger and down he went. I spine shot him with my Christmas present 30-30 from the year before. I was so happy, probably the happiest I' ll ever be. My big brother and my dad had all killed deer in the 2 years i hunted with em but mine was by far the biggest. Well, i finally got down to him, an 8 pt. Now Im 19, and have killed about 23 more since then, and even bigger ones, but im sure ill remember that 105 inch 8 pt more than any of em.