I know alot of you have amazing first deer stories so post them here. heres mine

I was 12 it was Dec 1 first day of rifle we climb up a ridge about 3miles high maybe were about 2miles up and my dad trips and falls not a big deal happens all the time. My dad lets out a few words you guys know what i mean i look at the pre 64 model 88 308 its in 2 peices tears are running down his face we walk up with a group of people so everybodys talking to im @ once he says to me that hes really sorry i was like its ok it doesnt matter so we walk back down the mountain and get my dads .270 and were up about 2 miles up my dad goes you want to go to the top i asked him how long it would take he lied and said 10 minutes so we did it
about 2 hours later a group of does walk in i pull up to the biggest doe my dads saying take the one to the right its easier then i took my shot. my dad asked me how i felt about the shot i say good so we walk down there and the does dead. so my dads saying im so proud of you and we took pics and dragged him down the end