it was 2 years ago, and i was 13. I was hunting in Monticello with my uncles and they set me up on a fire trail where they had put out some rice bran the night before. I was sittin there and 9:00 came around and it was time to radio in for a checkup that dad had planned for every hour on the hour. we started talkin then my dad' s friend that came with us said that he had deer infront of him so he was gonna go and to not talk til he said it was ok. a few minutes later we heard him shoot and we got started talkin again and dad told me to stay put and he was gonna go look for Bill' s deer. i wanted to come, but dad said no. About 30 minutes after that, i hear a snort behind me and i turn around slowly and this small 6 point is lookin at me and he ran about 10 yds and stopped and looked back and when he did i had the mini-30 sks to my shoulder, sights on him, and the trigger pulled. he ran about 60 yards and fell. dad and bill didn' t find any blood so they came and helped me drag him out. it was one of the best days in my life.